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She walks into school
      and it starts again
           the shaking,
               it rips through her like a wave
She hears the sound of the voices
      in the hallway
         yet she cant make out what they're saying
She thinks all eyes are on her,
     everything is just one big blur
She hears laughter and
     she automatically thinks its
        directed at her
She waits in the bathroom
     like she does every morning
        for the halls to be clear
She walks out
     and wipes away her tears
I was afraid I would lose you.                                                    And then I did
i'm tired
i'm tired
i'm tired
i'm so ******* tired
**tired
 Jun 2014 Celia Flynn
Adel
Pain
 Jun 2014 Celia Flynn
Adel
is it pain?
when you have the desire to touch someone you love
and to feel the electricity goes around your body
burning like golden flames inside your veins
but you know you just can't do it?

is it pain?
when you admire their pretty starry eyes
that shines so bright like a sunlight peeks around it
and you always pray they will turn around to find your eyes
and to catch your locked gaze,
but you know they will not do it?

is it pain?
when a one look of their eyes
suddenly reminds you with your old favorite songs
and a beautiful movie scene
and a love poetry or maybe old love letters
but you know they do not feel the same?

*and the pain goes through my fingertips
until the deep heartstrings of mine
until the white fragile bones of mine
and my eyes are numb
and all I know
is
just
pain.
 Jun 2014 Celia Flynn
Jade
Stuck in the land of perplexity
Untying labyrinthine cherry  knot on
Thorny mountains and alleys
I've got a war in my mind
Throwing dice flipping coins
 Jun 2014 Celia Flynn
Jade
She
stops at the isle of gold lane and haze
holding her head up whine and gaze
that haughty look wander in space

She
Frowns
unhappily
on a bench across the street
intense perplexity
under her clouds
in a dark city

She
pouring arrogance
egocentric maiden
fear her own imperfection

He
"She's in manufacturing business"

"What does she manufacture?"

**Unhappiness

— The End —