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Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

Yellow(:

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

Paulette Martinez

Yellow(:

Not even the stars can
compare to her natural
beauty.
She is as beautiful as a
single small flower growing
within the cracks of the
lonely sidewalk.
Her every flaw formed
such a gorgeous sight that
If you knew her you’d know she
was like a dimmed star that can create an entire galaxy.
If she was a color she would be yellow.
So bright that you couldn’t stop
from smiling uncontrollably.
You see the color yellow is a happy
color and that’s what she is; yellow.

#poem #short #thoughts #personal

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

Struggle

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

Nikki

Struggle

I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to live.
There is nothing more that this body can give.
I’ve lost the fight - I’ve been defeated
I deserve this - this is how I should be treated

This is excruciating, agonizing - downright unbearable
I hate myself and my life is ******* terrible

I just want to give up - throw in the towel
I look in the mirror and what I see is foul

Just let me go

Just let me be

Let me **** this body so I don’t have to struggle to breathe.

#sad #death #depressed #help

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

crushing

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

Ashley Haack

crushing

When you check your email,
Like any other day,
And get excited to see new messages,
Only to discover the first is an email stating that you either aren't needed or aren't qualified enough,
For that job you really wanted,
And the second new email tells you,
"Guess what? That other possition you wanted? Well, it's out of the question too!"

Happy Friday to me :/

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

Keep Your Eyes on the Prize

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

Jennifer Weiss

Keep Your Eyes on the Prize

I am in the fight of my life.
This is war,
can't you see?
This fight of my life,
this war,
is with me.

#fightthegoodfight

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

HOPE

Sep 2015 Brian Payamps

D W

HOPE

Man up Jack,
Stand there bold and up front,
Knot it, knot it one last knot.
Tie that rope, of an endless shameful hope.
Don't you see Jack?
They fear this obsolescent rope,
Considering it a tragic symbole, yet you do not?
For us, it is a way to cope.
Or shall I say a way to escape?
Allas, reasoning death is barren.
It is getting tight...
Jack... Jack! You are already gone,
Breathless, souless corpse you are thereon.

The same hope that we often beseech into living the unkown of more sufferings and miserable misfortunes, that same hope, slowly gets around our throats while we pathetically try to grap yet another last breath.