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Jan 2014 avc

If I told you that you mean
something to me
could you open up your mind
and see yourself more clearly
don't you understand
you don't need to be royalty
you're just as great
as a new song from Demi
so let's stop pretending
that we're not who we want to be
let's start looking in the mirror
and liking who we see.
So let's stop lying to ourselves
we're just as good
as everyone else
don't let anyone bring you down
let's just paddle ahead on this ocean of emotion
and let's stay happy and not frown.
So don't let them tell you,
that you're not great
let's not be consumed
by our own hate
for the person we see,
let's decide our fate,
so don't let it bring you down
or you'll get cut
by the mirror shards on the ground,
but you're still here,
you're still around,
you're important.
So don't cry when I can't be found,
just look inside you
and hear the sound
of these words
inside you're heart
you're meaningful, important,
and if you feel sad just go back to the start,
and read this over and over again, until you understand.
I won't stop writing until you're smiling,
and only then this poem will end.

Just remember no matter what, life is only as great as you make it. : )

Jan 2014 avc

Let's Embrace Our Flaws

Jan 2014 avc

Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg

Let's Embrace Our Flaws

If its you I dream about
please don't let this be a nightmare
don't scream and shout
don't let this world scare you
don't be sad
or your heart will die without you
let's not cry
though we may be saddest
let's move on
let's not sink into madness
let's look forward to tomorrow
let's be glad
empty your heart of all the sorrows
let's shake hands
and accept that we're same
can I have this dance
with you now
let's rejoice
let us sing
let the world hear both our voices.
Let's just live
this that we were gifted,
don't let your imperfections bring you down.

Jan 2014 avc

Panic

Jan 2014 avc

Bell McCabe

Panic

I panicked.

My brain attacked today.

It attacked my lungs,

Stupid sharp whistling sounds.

I looked out of control.

But I felt aware,

that I wasn’t breathing,

that I was attacking myself again.

It attacked my heart,

terrifying skipping stones in my chest.

Whipped one by one,

Muffled blows in my breast.

I panicked.

I looked out of control but I was aware,

of the guilt,

of what will drag along with me.

I can’t be freed from fault,

It’s not the way.

Because I panic;

is why I don’t relate,

is how I cleanse.

Fright being necessary,

like a dream

where you muscle tone fails you,

I was paralyzed.

My knuckles hit the laminate –

again, again, again.

But I don’t move.

Feeling my bicep twitch,

Feeling my throat raw,

My mouth wide open,

But I don’t make a sound.

Because I panic.

The power inside,

will never translate,

to the outside.

People may see flickers,

of insanity in my eyes.

They may see me tighten up.

They may seem me strain and ease.

But I will never translate.

Until it snaps,

Until I no longer attack myself.

Until I no longer panic.

Until I bellow,

Until I howl,

Until I wail,

Until I swing and connect.

Until it attacks outwardly,

Instead of inwardly.

Panic attacks are typically experienced by everyone at least once in their lifetime. They can last several minutes and can be very frightening. If you are experiencing panic attacks more often I urge you to reach out to a close friend or family member. You can seek free counselling in your community or speak to a trusted healthcare professional. For more information: http://www.anxietybc.com/resources/panic.php

Jan 2014 avc

unless you make it so

Jan 2014 avc

K Mae

unless you make it so

know your trembling soul*
       gaze at the grave
           you now prepare
              but leap and see the hollow game
                 you now call what you need
            under angers
       bleeding wounds
   dare feel your hearts desire
      speak what you fear will just destroy
          claim what you know to be lost
           be who you think you are not
                       *for creation is now
                           it can not be done
                       unless you make it so

for whom this is written will not hear it yet
but with this I begin its transmission
its journey through me

Jan 2014 avc

Nynh

Jan 2014 avc

F White

Nynh

She lives in

the shaky in-between-place.
the sigil behind walls.
the cracks through which
daisies spring,
where the
cold sunlight falls.

Jan 2014 avc

The End of Ground Zero

Jan 2014 avc

Kayla Kiley

The End of Ground Zero

One day turns into someday, so
I suppose I should set a goal.
This is not what I want to be, bliss is what I'd like to be.
My opportunity is now while I'm young, but my stress is strung.
Worries hung on the wall, memories of his strong shoulders,
and incomplete homework into a folder.
I want a smile that's natural that will not last only for a little while.
A desire for a mind to admire, not just a heart that doesn't dart into love, but
a soul that is newly cleansed with not an ounce of pretend.
I still dream of you in my sleep and I still crave a love so deep it could compete with the ocean.
I'm currently twirling me into a sick motion.
Abandonment was lent to me, which led to a fiasco
and no, I'm not okay.
Sorrow bled onto my sheets, then it was your turn
for pills to slide down your liver and here I shiver with you gone,
but my hands shook when you came home from work.
For shame.
You scold me with burns.
I've learned to let you know I'm not for show or your doll, and you can't make me fall.
Someday is my one day and on that date will be my fate
with a natural smile that lasts longer than a little while and a cleansed soul. That's my goal.

K.K.

Jan 2014 avc

The House...

Jan 2014 avc

Sally A Bayan

The House...

There is something about this
House in Hackensack...
It attracts people...like a magnet.
They often gather here, and
They are welcomed any time.
Eyes and souls surround,
Even strangers are drawn to it,
Like bees attracted to the flowers.
Reunions are looked forward to...
Even short chats and visits
For some coffee or wine
Are always welcome.
This house....
It makes people want to come back...

It's not just the food,
Or the help it offers...
The comeliness of the place,
The people that live within...
The noise... ever-present,
The shaking of the stairs, when the boys
Chase, tease each other...
The squabbles, replete with tears...
Cabinets are real heavy,
With weight-y stories to tell...
The bedrooms, so inviting, where jokes
And giggles underneath the covers
Could be heard till late hours of the night...

All gather in the kitchen,
The hub in this house...
Family, friends...even new guests
Do not go to the living room...
They walk straight to the kitchen.
There, where the home scents
Exude warmth,
Fragrant with home-cooking.
The long dining table says it all...
A different kind of music
Plays every time
And invites everyone
To stay for a while and relax...
It beckons each time...
It whispers...
"Go, find your corner...do your thing,
You'll be okay..."
And so, the cozy sun room became
A favorite spot in that house,
Where beautiful poetry bloomed
At any hour during that whole month.

From out front, along the street,
Circling around to the backyard,
Then back inside...
It has now finally dawned on this clouded mind,
What that "something" is...
This house, metamorphosed
From an old, kind of cold Victorian, to a homier,
More comfortable modernized domicile...
Now radiates with love, warmth and kindness,
The energy emitted by the family living within...
The people are the crown and the charm...
They are the smoke coming out of the chimney...
The A U R A of this house, standing proud
Along Catalpa Avenue.........

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Sally

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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan