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I thought by loving him,

I was loving him;

when in reality,

by loving me,

I am loving him.
 Mar 2017 Melin
Nada Syafira
one December’s night
how could you be so bright?
do all the stars collide?
are all the street lights on?
is the moon there?
is the sky so clear?

or is it just your eyes
that i get lost into
is it just your smile
that ease my anger
is it your scent
that lingers on my sweater

or is it just you?
 Mar 2017 Melin
Nicholas Morin
I relapsed last night
As the knife met my skin
and introduced itself
Over and over again.

I'm disappointed with myself
I shouldn't harm my skin
I'm losing every battle
Because I refuse to win.

- N. Morin
 Mar 2017 Melin
Bb Maria Klara
I refuse to sink;
I refuse to falter;
I defy to blink,
In reality unaltered.

I refuse to fall;
I refuse to crumble;
I will stand tall
Right after I stumble.

I refuse to fail;
I refuse to not win;
I will myself hail,
whatever I have been.

I refuse to in give;
I refuse to let die;
I am to live
With all that I try.

I refuse to dim;
I refuse to go do gown;
I will be the steam
That powers this town.

I refuse to flee;
I refuse to abort;
I, one day, will see
my vengeance retort.

I refuse to sit;
I refuse to fall flat;
I will the top hit
and become all that.

I refuse to fold;
I refuse to blunder;
I shall one day hold
For what I one wandered.

I refuse to sink;
I refuse to falter.
I know what I think:
My future I'll alter.
Written September 12, 2014
It is highly repetitive, but I suppose it was the best motivating way to go about not giving up.
 Mar 2017 Melin
Samm Marie
I miss your writing
And at the latest hours of the night
I toss and I turn
Pleading for more words
Less anguish
O! this horrid waiting to know
What it is that weighs upon
Your beautiful soul
And I lay awake as the sun
Sits upon the horizon
Creeping up, killing the night sky
I think of not just your poems
But of you
Wondering how my friend
Could possibly be out in this
Altogether too large of a world
But when I say that I am missing
Your poetry
What I'm really saying is
I miss you
 Mar 2017 Melin
Sarah Elaine
Eyes
 Mar 2017 Melin
Sarah Elaine
Sparkling, shimmering, shining..
Tortured, pleading, and full of sadness.
Each unique and full of beauty..

Quietly screaming,
Intensely studying,
Learning, yearning, burning.
Searching for a new depth.

E
Y
E
S
     speak in silent glances.

Open and yet, unseen,
Unable to make that connection.
Disengaged and detached,

Clawing
Scraping
Grasping
Clasping

E
Y
E
S
     encapsulate blind words.

The profundity of the mystery,
Lined with a silver band,
Bright and vibrant..

Overcoming,
Conquering,
Forging, Pushing, Striving.
Constantly evolving.

E
Y
E
S
     whisper secrets loudly.
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