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 Nov 2013 Brianna
Gess Charniga
It’s a building nausea,
from the bottom up.
I feel it coming on,
my face begins to flush.
Eyes watery with rejection,
mouth dry with jealousy.
Hands shaky with anger,
stomach churning violently.
You knew that I was fragile.
You had to know I’d break.
 Nov 2013 Brianna
J
This is for me
So here's to letting go
Letting go of you
Letting go of me
Letting go of my image
Letting go of who I used to be
Here's to me becoming more of myself
To embracing that which makes me different
If they don't want me this way?
Doesn't make a difference
I'm going to be my un-beautiful self
Outspoken, obnoxious, dorky, know-it-all, whatever
I'm going to be me
And see, this poem might not be beautiful
Not my usual poisonous masterpiece
Because for once I'm not being bitter
I'm not being dangerous or seductive or dark
I'm just trying to be
Trying to be okay
Because lately, I haven't been
And I think that as I'm trying to become the person I want to be,
I'm losing sight of the person I was,
and the person I am
So I'm no one
And then I'm left scrambling, trying to find personality traits to hold onto
Becoming the old me, living in the past
Becoming the future me, daydreaming in a world that won't last
And it hurts
Because what's happened in the past is there for a reason
And what hasn't been yet will never be
So for once I'm being nice to myself
Sweetie, let go
Let go of that poisonous boy
Mourn him, yes
You can cry for who you thought he would be
But let him go
It's not fair to either one of you
Because the more he tears you apart...
The more likely you are to destroy him in turn
So it's about time you let go that which drags you down
And make your way to the surface
 Nov 2013 Brianna
ellie
idk
 Nov 2013 Brianna
ellie
idk
the serenity of suicide is intoxicating,
drawing me in.
like a moth, willed to light.
the way i once got caught up in the world of ***, drugs,
and sad teens with nothing but happy faces.
as a throwback begins, i am whirled back into
the adrenaline of fake happiness.
if only it was that easy now.
i am now nothing.
an insignificant girl
in an insignificant world.
let me be whisked away, away from it all.
oh the temptation.
who will save us from this labyrinth of suffering?
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Morgan
I can't imagine how
having art under my skin
makes me *****,
but I can imagine how
lacking art inside your heart
makes you angry
 Nov 2013 Brianna
soul in torment
Your poetry
spoke to me
when
no one else
would
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Leafar Mamede
To do magic I’ve to believe in magic
Even knowing that’s not real
This Inconsistency deceive is tragic
Is it real? Is it surreal?  But
The mask blurs my vision
Since I get up until I lay down to sleep
I can’t find the appeal
It’s an incision that will never heal
And, oh yes, it is deep and
It’s hard to keep but harder to tell
So, I live breath by breath
In an almost constant, state of restless
The air I breed makes a dance of death
Great and honest for my eyes to see
Since I get up until I lay down to sleep
I want, and I can, but I won’t?
Freedom costs,
The weight weights,
A man gasps
And I? I just breed
With an heavyweight core
To whom I want to play a trick
To untangle myself from this burden
Cause if I wasn’t I
Maybe he wouldn’t write
Or maybe he wouldn’t  be alive
If I wasn’t I
I wouldn’t be me
It’s actually funny how the universe works
The randomness or not
The most minuscule single variation
Could affect everything or nothing
Could mean the difference between life and death
Between me, he, or you.
Magic could even exist!
 Nov 2013 Brianna
natalie
soceity
 Nov 2013 Brianna
natalie
what is wrong with society?

children are crying.
teens are dying.
drug overdoses, suicides.
they cant make up their minds.

smoking dope
they have no hope.

knives are no longer used for food,
now used as  an escape from your mood

dudes are getting nudes.
girls are getting exposed,
there getting called hoes.

she's 8 and crying,
her sisters upstairs dying
not physically but mentally

bullies, insecurities.
all caused by what?
society.
you can be hated, sedated
depressed , stressed, or even  messed.

but in society,
you're only accepted if your well dressed, pretty,
powerful, or successful.

no one will ever care unless you're pretty or dead .
and that's the truth everything that must be said has been said and done.
-psm
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