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make a promise on this paper, give it to someone you want to make the promise to and they'll give it back when you keep it. This promise has to be kept.
It's a little business card size card
and on the bottom all it says is because I said I would
I want to promise you the world, because I said I would
but that "can't be kept"
I want to promise I'll stop cutting
but can I keep that promise?
I want to promise I'll be happier
but *can I keep that promise?

I want to promise to be more motivated
to be a better daughter, to be a better, more motivated student,
to be better.
But my question is, can I?!
Can I be happier?
Can I stop cutting?
Can I start being motivated?
Can I stop being tired, so perpetually tired?

Can I Change?
because I said I would
people break promises all the time
people say they would all the time and it doesn't change the fact
they don't
so I left the card blank
blank like my future
my future that is so undecided and distant yet so very close
My future, that is up to me to decide
because I said I would
I say, I will try
trying is all I can do
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
JJ Elias
Whisper, whisper but I can still hear you.
Your eyes tell it all.
You don't even know me and you don't even care. It's people like you who ****** onto me a two ton weight that kept me from walking tall all these years.
It's people like you that ignited a feeling of torment for the unrelenting realization that I will never escape people’s stares.
Days like these I wonder why, friends aren't friends and everything seems like a lie.
“I never asked to exist”, (words that echo through my head every time someone falls from exceptional to unbearable) .
You don't have the courtesy to talk behind my back, instead you boldly break me with your tacks; tacking your words onto my skin, until my pride and self-worth wears thin.
That’s why on weekends I would sometimes cage myself in my room because though I was not free, I was at least free from your gazes, and though I was not living, at least I was alive.
I stayed inside because outside there were wolves and I refused to be a meal. I've seen what they do to their prey, cornering, growling in order to strike fear, battling with their eyes, and then they consume them until all that is left, are bones.
This is what they do,
and many of us can attest to their brutality.
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
J C Lynch
If all men want
is an ******,
they'd stay home.
DIY

*** isn't one-dimensional
neither are we.
The goal is
reassurance,

Reassurance we
aren't monsters
That we're interesting
and attractive

That rejection is only
happenstance
and that someone is
willing to be vulnerable

if only for the night
with us.
Someone only
needs us

and we need them.
Possessive and jealous?
To keep what is ours,
our purpose.

Our purpose is
simple.
To be wanted,
to be accepted.
Spoken word
"Before you left you slammed me up against a wall, ripped open my chest and laid a broken record on my heart. Now my insides only play the same **** tune, screaming at me "he never loved you."
-Kahla Mercadante
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
Sebastian
She didn’t always drink her coffee black.
The milk would spill in, staining the drink
until the perfect hue was achieved
and she’d think what her mother used to think.
“You are always right where you need to be.”
And she’d watch a sugar cube float around
for a few minutes, until the bronze sea
took it away. And her silk dressing gown
trickled past her body just as her new
buyer came to the door. She took one sip
and tried not to let her mascara strew
or even let the mug smear at her lips.
She poured everything down the kitchen sink
and tried to forget what her mother might think.
It's not a perfect Shakespearian sonnet, but I like where it ended up.


This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
©Sebastian @http://hellopoetry.com/sebastian/
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
tay
oceans
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
tay
a sigh into my breast
timid, your smile pressed to my neck
you gaze up at me
a quirked lip and bated breath

"your eyes are the oceans" i whisper

adrift in your tides
swept up from the shores
the rhythm of the waves beat with your heart, so close to mine
our love the moon
keeping the tempo of the tide
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