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 Aug 2016 medha
Alaska
the girl sitting next to the door
frequently
tapping her feet on the floor
when you look her in the eyes
she'll hide her face and look away
what would you say if you'd recognize
her body's just made of anxiety
 Aug 2016 medha
Eden Tucay
There are people who are designed to make your life a hell...but don't worry, they will be only few. Anyway, there is a great God that will help you and He will fight for you.
 Aug 2016 medha
jane taylor
you cannot unwalk the bridge you have crossed
you cannot unknow the fresh taste of enlightenment
once you have breathed it in
there is no way back
to an illusory net of safety
take courage
spread your wings
and fly

©2016janetaylor
i post many of my poems over my photography
~ to see the photo and poem combo go to
http://www.janetaylorhardy.com/#!there-is-no-way-back/c186k/57c1d991da6989613dd3f4f3
 Aug 2016 medha
Lilah Gran
If I was lucky, some people would make up stories like I had a crush on him and He had a crush on me and We lived happily ever after.

But we all know that's not going to happen.

So I'm just going to crush the butterflies. **** them before they **** me.

Because let's be real,
He'll forget about me.
And I'll forget about him.

And I'll go on with my life,
Dragging down a list (+1) of men that happened to walk by.
 Aug 2016 medha
Rae Harrison
Fall in love
Get your heart broken
It makes for better writers
I don't mean to be pessimistic, but I find that a lot of my heart breaks give me outstanding inspiration to write and create.
 Aug 2016 medha
Sierra
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 Aug 2016 medha
Sierra
And the story is told in
Different ways on
Different days
But it always
Ends the same
With one person
Internally bleeding
And the other finally
G e t t i n g  a w a y
 Aug 2016 medha
Alex
The bittersweet memories haunt me
Because every time we speak,
I want to be yours again.
For a certain ex for mine.
 Aug 2016 medha
Poetria
Rear View
 Aug 2016 medha
Poetria
Summer nostalgia
surfacing like sweat.
We try not to remember,
but how could we forget?
regrets...

Our thick skins blistering,
disguises wearing thin.
Book bindings we try
to hide behind-
you're missing...

Making shallow conversation
though our friendships are forsaken;
Dripping sugarcoated lies
and sunkissed goodbyes.
*goodbye...
High school vibes, or nah?
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