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Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Ashamed

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Johnnie Rae

Ashamed

Ashamed
about everything that is anything about me.
From my head to my toes,
I find myself disgusting.
Ashamed
about the way I can never seem
to find myself pretty
because I'm not.
Ashamed
to know that
I'll never be as good
as I could be
because I'm not as pretty
as I'd like to be.
Ashamed
to look in the mirror
and see an image of self hatred
staring back at me.
Ashamed
about the way
my thighs are too fat
and my chest
is too flat
and my **** is too big
and I just can't seem to
lose those last five pounds
that are driving me insane.
Ashamed
about the way
I'll skip meals and
then feel sick but won't
say anything
because beauty hurts
and to be sick is to be thin.
Ashamed
about the way
I can't seem to stay
happy, even though I keep
telling myself I should be.
Ashamed
about the way
I can't stop smoking
and I can't stop cutting
all because I like
how it takes the
pain away.
Ashamed
about the way
every time I see a razor blade
I get this rush of anxiety
that I can't shake until
I give into the pain
Ashamed
about they way
I can't seem to kick this
Nicotine addiction so
I can stop shaking.
Ashamed
about the way
every time I climb
higher up the ladder
I fall twice as fast
and even farther down
into places the sun just
doesn't reach.
Ashamed
about the way
people love me
and I just can't seem
to do the same

for myself.

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

>When Hope Comes Back

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Valerie McKay Harvey

>When Hope Comes Back

>I never thought I'd trust again
>After being betrayed.
>But since I met you
>I know that I can trust again.
>You have given me hope
>In so many ways.
>I know we've never met
>But something tells me
>I can trust you.
>There's something about you
>That makes me feel so comfortable
>I just can't help but,
>Give into desire.
>I want to lose myself
>In your touch,
>In your kiss,
>In your love.
>I am falling for you
>Each and every day,
>And I don't know what I'd do
>If I lost it.
>I'm counting my blessings
>Each and every day,
>And counting the days
>Til we can one day meet.

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Tears On My Pillow

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Portia Johnson

Tears On My Pillow

Drip, drip, drip,
Goes the tears from my eyes,
I never feel happy,
No one ever hears my cries,

Everyday I'm in pain,
So I cry myself to sleep,
My cry is like a dog,
I just whine or just weep,

I wish the pain would go away,
I wish I wasn't upset,
I wish the tears would dry up,
And stop my pillow from being wet.

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Without You

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Bethany Rose

Without You

The way you smile,
The way you laugh,
Your great personality,
Is a great quality to have.
If only you knew,
My feelings for you,
Because now you're gone,
And my heart has split in two.
It's been hard to explain,
But I've been trying to say,
That I don't know what I would do,
Without you.

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Navigating You

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Brady Xav

Navigating You

If I had a map of your body,
I would erase all of the places I love.

So that I could never get hurt,
and I could never hurt you.

You would float off the page,
and I would fly too.

Souls intertwining above, scattered from erasures
below.

Collect your favorite body parts and
Etch-a-sketch them together.

Before you get too attached,
shake the pieces and restart.

Hardest among parts to find is the brain.
Easiest, the heart.

You didn’t break my heart,
you broke my brain.

And now all I can do is process you,
think about what we did,
and what we won’t do.

If I had a map of your body,
I would erase all of the places I love.

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Un - Explainable

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

Shayla Nguyen

Un - Explainable

there was once a girl
she sat at the back
of the room.
quiet and always smiling
at the books in her hand.
always wore big sweaters
and wore 6 bracelets
up her right arm.
she had brown hair
and chocolate brown eyes.
her eyes were bright
and her smiles were bright too.
she was very pretty,
but not what popular girls
consider pretty.
i asked her one day,
"why are you so quiet?"
she replied,
"i don't like my voice"
i left it at that.
i was hesitant but i asked
another question.
"why do you always wear
bracelets up one arm?"
she looked at me
not angrily
nor sadly
then she said,
"some things are meant to be hidden"
it was like she was building
up a wall.
she finally said,
"i don't think i'll be here tomorrow"
out of curiosity,
i asked
"why not? i like seeing
you here"
she didn't answer
instead she packed up her books and left.
the next day she came.
she had a new sweater
and i noticed
six less bracelets
she took a glimpse at me
and smiled.
it gave me a warm
feeling in my heart.
a feeling i can't explain.
and that's when i realized
i couldn't explain
her either.

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

What are the chances...

Aug 2013 Cera Wood

A Thomas Hawkins

What are the chances...

What are the chances we should meet,
and find our hearts share a single beat?
That to look in your eyes would reveal a soul,
that has what mine lacks and makes me whole?

What are the chances, can you tell me this,
that our love may one day be sealed with a kiss?
That despite starting off so far far away,
our lives grow entwined each and every day?

What are the chances together we might,
emerge from the darkness and into the light?
That one day I'll awake with you by my side,
and our love for each other need no longer hide?

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Jul 2013 Cera Wood

I have.

Jul 2013 Cera Wood

Drew East

I have.

You've probably never begged to feel.
I have.
You've probably never closed your eyes and asked for pain.
I have.
You've probably never used a knife that way.
I wish I could say I haven't.
You've probably never been too empty to cry.
I have.

You've probably never felt so much it hurt.
I have.
You've probably never experienced the pain of breathing.
I have.
You've probably never turned your hand up because air is too hard, too painful.
I have.
You've probably never wished to feel nothing again.
I have...