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 Oct 2015
scared
Why am I so scared?
When will I be able to be who I really am?
Will I ever be accepted into society?
 Oct 2015
Ciara A
You would think that death will be wearing a black long cloak;
like Harry Potter’s scary and menacing dementors
You would think that death will be holding a scythe;
like the scary posters that you see on bookstores

but no,
instead of a black cloak
he wears a black coat;
instead of holding a scythe, he uses a pipe to smoke;
instead of backing out
you continued to hand down all your hopes

you can pull out all your clubs
and all your hearts
because in every turn, your anger, he will jumpstart
you can pull out all your spades
and all your diamonds
because in every turn, your bet will turn into thousands
you will never match to him
and maybe that’s why they call him grim

in the end you will realize that you will never win
in the darkness he will pull you in
thinking that it’s too late and now you’ve finally got the clue
that you can never cheat death but death can cheat you.



*c.a
 Oct 2015
Amelia Pearl
You're like the moon.
Some nights you show your full beauty.
Just being present for everyone to appreciate and see.

Some nights you get anxious,
You hide a bit of yourself from the world.
Worried that people are tired of you.

And some nights you don't show yourself at all.
You stay in darkness, weeping.
Feeling better if you were just a secret.
 Oct 2015
Cody Haag
Promises are meant to be broken,
That's what they always say.
But my face is always soaken,
With the tears I've shed today.

If promises don't last,
Then why am I living?
It means that my entire past,
Wasn't worth the giving.

Living day to day is stressful,
When happiness evades you.
Nothing seems to fill this hole,
That leaves my feelings askew.

Broken promises are meant to be,
Or perhaps never to have been said.
Now after all the pain, I see,
What should've stayed in my head.
 Oct 2015
The Last Wordsmith
There is so much, I want to say, but where do I begin?
So instead I'll drag a knife across, my fragile, pale skin.
 Oct 2015
oni
i sat
in the
bathtub
staring
at the
broken
blood vessels
in my legs
and wondered
if they were
whole
before you left,
too.
 Oct 2015
Miss Havisham
Only returned unopened letters remain.
This is evidence of the betrayal,
And you departed without
One single word. It hurts!

-M.H.-
 Oct 2015
Jakub
A man sits in his boat alone
And yields no riches from the river
so he is lost on what to do
until he sees a fisher.

This fisher brags his perfect catch.
"This fish looks far too big for YOU to catch"

The fisher then gives a reply:
"I'm offended that you think that but I shall help you"
The fisher gives the man a net to try.
He says:

"This net is only a tool, you cannot use anything but your own strength if you want to catch the perfect fish"
The man thanks the fisher for his help in accomplishing his wish.
Days go past with no results for the man with the net.

He meets with the fisher from time to time
each time the fisher tells him that only his own strength will help him catch what he says: "Is mine".
In all this talk, the fisher's perfect fish escapes.

The fisher is devastated.
The fisher is wrecked.
"How could I have let her go?!"
The man sees despair in his friend's losing his perfect.

The fisher and the man now sit alone along the shore.
They sit with their nets in the water.
No words are spoken.
No support because they are both broken.

The man then sees the fish that the fisher lost.
He knows the fisher begins to miss her
And uses this loss.

The man runs out, he tries to catch her.
He tries to take what the fisher once lost.
To take from a man he calls 'brother'.

The fisher is betrayed.
The fisher sees the desperate man.
The fisher moves away.

Because only a thief steals
what his brother loves
A brother never tries to steal
The only love a brother has.
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