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  Dec 2014 B
Melissa Ann
Joy
Joy can be taken,
Given just as quickly
And easily.
Joy is timeless
And it is bliss.
It is hard to gain in a world like this.
Full of anguish
And pain.
And just as hard
To let go of
Once you have it.
Joy can hit you like a falling brick,
Or slip away like mountain rain through
Your heart.
And joy depends on the people around,
And the person you are.
Always allow people to bring you joy,
And never let anyone
Take it away.
Let it sink into you, make a mark into your soul.
Protect it from the minds of the wicked, and share it with the purest of hearts.
For it is joy that keeps us
From growing apart.
B Dec 2014
No, I never loved you
But you persisted anyway
You thought with blind uncertainty that you could have me
You poured your soul out to me with every motion and every kiss
But it was nothing to me but a good time

I don't regret not feeling regret
The truth is I won't ever return your affection
I only question myself

*Why do I feel so good about breaking your heart?
what an *******
  Dec 2014 B
Juneau
in my bed, all on my own
exhaling with a sigh, and a little moan
my friends are all here, inside my phone
so why the hell do i feel so alone?
December 5, 2014

thirty-eight
B Dec 2014
My eyes laid upon you for the first time today.
Every time I glanced in your direction;
You took my breath away
And if you haven't left when you did;
I would have passed out.
I could only imagine how I would have felt if you noticed me.

But you and I will never be.
  Dec 2014 B
WickedHope
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l
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g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
  Dec 2014 B
Samridhi
i look at the mirror.
i stare at myself.
how could i be an alien
under my very own skin?

i wear layers and layers
to cover the alien outside
but, each attempt i make
adds to the demon inside.

i cry.
i reason.
i spend hours in the dark.
to fight away the demon that has already made its mark.
just something about what i'm going through.
you are your own demon.
B Dec 2014
It comes in quick
like a fierce wind.

It hits you hard
and then its gone.
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