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  Aug 2015 Michaela
Chyna Watson
People swear and people lie
Grow up thinking you're one of a kind
People laugh and people cry
We all have scars we try to hide
She has a past and he has no future
Wish that your skin was a little smoother
Trace the lines with a blade
Starring at the sky that has started to fade
People swear and people lie
Wonder when it's my turn to die
Okay, so this is MY poem I wrote back in early 2014 when I was going through a tough time. I recently had found that someone had copywritted it and claimed it as their own. But now I  able to publicly and proudly share with you guys my mind and my work :)
  Aug 2015 Michaela
Robert Ronnow
In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter

Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei

An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter

I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems
      that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.
www.ronnowpoetry.com
  Aug 2015 Michaela
courtney
I'm numb.
                         I succumb.
                   I become
                                      None.
          Not who I was -
                       Not a variation.
        I forfeit
                I distort
                           Perceptions,
                                       Recollections.
            I weave
   I believe
               I tried.
                                Endless;
                        I'll end this.
             Extend this -
Pretend for this,
                       I'll choose.
                  For who?
                            - Not who I was,
     Nor possibilities.
                        But facilities:
       Could they fix I?
                                         Would they dare try?
  Under a dark sky
                    I'll wonder why:
            It's daylight outside
                         but I'm surrounded by
  deep waves of  
                               endless
                                                   night.
Yeah it's a bad night.
  Aug 2015 Michaela
jeffrey robin
short and sweet!

(MAYBE WE SHALL HAVE
"ONE MORE DAY")

death is the only thing i know

and you, too
here

(yes, you are)

short and sweet, LOVE

yes,
you,  too

are here
Michaela Aug 2015
Im sad.
Im empty.
Do you know how it feels?

Im useless.
Im worthless.
Do you know how it feels?

I need help.
Your help.
Help me.

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