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 Feb 2015 Anon
Ann M Johnson
If you were a poem
I could write you easily
If you were a poem
I would not have nightmares about you
If you were a poem
I would not be sweating
If you were a poem
I would not be fretting
If you were a poem
I would not have rough draft after rough draft
piling up at my feet
If you were a poem
I could finally get some good sleep
If you were a poem
I could keep my sanity within reach
I could lie lazily at a beach, if only in my imagination
If you were a poem
The problem is that you are not a poem
If only you were a poem instead of  being an
Essay
I have had problems with my composition essay assignment for school
 Feb 2015 Anon
Haylee Dicker
Watching in despair.
Tearing out my hair.
Red faced.
Short breathed.
Is your brain there?
How is this fair.
A girl so young.
Life's ****** out the fun.
Given up.
Out of luck.
But not quite quit.
Everyday throwing crying fits.
Your souls a waste.
My advice you take in distaste.
But you can do better,
Feel better,
Be better.
 Feb 2015 Anon
Brett W
I miss all of those deep feelings
Of caring so much for someone
Telling them "I love you so much"
Thinking and dreaming about them
I miss thinking about them all day
Nonstop thoughts drown my head
About how beautiful she is to me
I imagine how other people see us
"They are such a beautiful couple"
"They are so cute together" I imagine
I wish I had all of these feelings back
Sleeping well at night without a fright
Relaxing days go in to peaceful nights
Only if I have all of these feelings back
But, I do still have some of these feelings
They never left my dying heart and soul
I often still think and dream about her
She still haunts me when I tell her to leave
I still have nightmares of you and death
I can't destroy these now unwanted feelings
I only wish now, I had someone else to see
Someone else to call beautiful and sweet
I wish that now, I can find happiness again
And regain all of the lost feelings I once had
I wrote this on the bus going to school this morning so I was a little tired
 Feb 2015 Anon
jorge padre
Wouldn't it be nice.
If we died side by side.
Holding hands,
Your head next to mine.
Our ribs crushed together,
From a truck that hit us on the side.

Wouldn't it be nice
If they cremated us side by side
In the funeral pyre we built
With the heat of our own love.
Burning in a pit,
'Til we're charred and black inside.

Wouldn't it be nice
If they threw our ashes to the sea
Off a cliff,
Floating to the breeze.
Without a care,
Just like you and me.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If our souls drifted together.
Towards oblivion,
Hand-in-hand we'll leap.
Let's gravitate from this world,
Alone at last, just you and me.
j.r.p.
 Feb 2015 Anon
Utkarsh Singhal
This is a deception; it's a masquerade

You'll of course picture a cheerful parade

I'll fade from your memory; happy and smiling

Often laughing and most times beguiling



Take no note of my mask's crumbling surface

I lived through my life without any purpose

And I'll always stay trapped, inside of your mind

A guy, willingly helpful and foolishly kind



But behind the scenes, I'll cry myself to sleep

And this illusive image, of me I will keep

I've never held close, my family and friends

But you'll never know this, until the show ends



The show, it'll end suddenly; so that you may see

How quickly the world has changed without me

And I'll be left fading, from the people's mind

As they cherish every moment, of me left behind



I'll carefully fold and leave behind this note

Stained with tears and guilt; last one that I wrote

As you slowly reveal in it, the many reasons why

I finally decided it was time for my "goodbye"



You'll re-read it, you'll drop it and begin to cry

And you'll remain this girl, broken and shy

As my gentle words leave trails of tears engraved

You regret me being the one, that you could have saved



You'll uncover my pain; I was bruised and torn

As too many nights passed, I wished I wasn't born

Then you'll tear up, regret accepting my fate

You'll realise that we shared the same stupid hate



And in the distance, the wind chimes they'll sing

As the bitter Winter slowly fades to Spring

I'll stay captive, in a cage of reminiscence

As you embrace my fading image of innocence



So I closed my eyes, I died weak but brave

And I know that someday, you'll stand upon my grave

And the Autumn leaves, they'll whisper my name

As you gently bow down, your head in shame
 Feb 2015 Anon
Seán Mac Falls
I have lost my sun,
Though I still orbit in a strange attraction.

I have lost my music,
Though I know my heart sings sound.

I have lost my vision,
Though I see in dreams an impossible beauty.

I have lost my sense,
Though this world has never tasted as sour.

I have lost my purpose,
Though aimlessly, I write in the pale drear of twilight.

I have lost my reason,
Though I chart dangerous courses without a crew.

I am the last falls of the loveliest red proscenium
curtain.

I am over, undone, a foundling, lost,
Without you.
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