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 Dec 2015 Christina Cox
Corndog08
Is it sad,
the way I sit,
right here in class,
acting like a ****,
writing little poems,
that show the way I feel,
the way I act,
is this real?
 Dec 2015 Christina Cox
ARI
I fought with every
Breath raging through
My bruised chest.

Fingernails hanging
By thread like
Pieces of skin.

Blood and dirt
Creating a solid
Form of desperation.

The weight of the
World sleeping on
My weeping form.

My casket made
Of warm flesh
And a smiling face.

Hundreds passed
But never heard
The girl screaming inside.

-ARI
 Dec 2015 Christina Cox
Corndog08
How to be a depressing little ****,
Sit in your room,
Alone in the dark,
Listening to music,
Eating rice crackers,
Is how to be a depressing little ****.
I did this last night.
How I wish to embrace each day
Meet the Morn with a song in my heart
Instead depression pulls me into the dull and grey

Despair rises up, much to my dismay
Clouding my judgment and tearing me apart
How I wish to embrace each day

A new day dawns, but still with feet of clay
I succumb to the darkness, wishing it would depart
As depression pulls me into the dull and grey

I awake with good intentions that go astray
It’s a constant struggle that I don’t wish to be a part of
How I wish to embrace each day

Out of the quagmire I make my way
Towards the light, thinking it’s a new start
Instead depression pulls me into the dull and grey

How wondrous it must be to find one’s way
Rising above the despair and make a new start
How I wish to embrace each day
Instead depression pulls me into the dull and grey  

Kelly Rose
December 8, 2015
Just when your world collapses

To the point of fall apart

There still resides a tiny spark

Deep within your hungry heart

The tiniest of slivers

A slight glimmer of hope

A righteous nod from the voice of God

Letting you know you're not alone
 Dec 2015 Christina Cox
Pluck
My friend caught me laughing whilst crying.
He said "umm are you going insane?"
"Dear friend, have a seat.
Let me tell you this funny thing about pain.
When you're hurting your senses swirl
And sooner than later everything sounds the same.
Like, "I love You" sounds just like "There's someone else."
The roses they bring you are bewitching, but lean in and a stranger's scent is all you'll smell.
I mean, yes they'll carress you like it's the first time, but your replacement is all you'll feel.
Confusion will paint illusions, soon all happy sights your mind is refusing & you can't see what's real.
& taste? Dear friend, The ultimate bitter is taste.
It's like collapsing & dropping your time casserole; all you can do is stare down, what a waste.
So I know you're confused as you stare at my bright smile as my eyes are running.
But to be honest with you, I'm puzzled, I can't quite decipher if it hurts or its funny."

We're all one heartbreak away from insanity.
 Dec 2015 Christina Cox
Amanda
Hug
 Dec 2015 Christina Cox
Amanda
Hug
In the crook of their necks,
the two thieves fell in love.

Hi sunshine!
x
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