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 Mar 2015
Hayleigh
To every single person
Who feels as though they are broken
Shattered, shards, scattered across
Corrupted pasts,
You will be okay.

I know there are scars deep within your soul,
Lacerated across your heart
And potentially upon your skin
I know there is regret, and blame,
Disappointment and shame
Burning fires within.
Let them go.

You are beautiful,
At 3 in the morning when you’re curled up
In your sheets, your pillow
Saturated in yesterdays regrets.

You have endured journeys
Others could never even fathom
You shall blaze trails others
Could never even imagine.

Pain does not define you,
Society shall not confine you.


Don’t you forget, lose sight of or regret
That just because you can’t see the stars
It doesn't mean they're not shining.
 Mar 2015
Vanessa Gatley
You finally broke
  me
  how u feel now
  better that I don't have any feeling
   Towards u
  I wonder though like what would be the point
  Of being friends this point
     I wanted to be more
   I guess I was stupid for believing myself it would be
     More 1 day...
      Looking @ you might drive me crazy
      I've helped u too much that's
          The problem
 Mar 2015
Madeysin
If they let you into heaven, I'd rather go to hell
 Mar 2015
Gretchie Speckin
Your words float so beautifully
out of your mouth
and dance across the room
into my ears.

They were weightless
from the moment they left your lips
to the moment I would repeat them to myself
laying alone in my bed.

I thought nothing of it.
You had such a way with words.
Each syllable soon matched
with the beat of my heart.

Each word you spoke
was suddenly keeping me alive.
And I became lost in your sound.

Only now do I realize
why the words
slipped from your tongue so easily;
they hold no meaning.
My boyfriend cheated on me and I can't stop writing about him
 Mar 2015
steel tulips
though the blue ice
of your irises
still haunts me
at the most
inconvenient times
i do not long to stare
into them
as i once did
the memory of light
refracting in your blue oceans
have dried up
i no longer feel
like your ocean eyes
will swallow me whole
what ever enchantment
you once had is gone
along with the sound
of your voice
all that is left
is the imperfect memory
of my love for a boy
 Mar 2015
puer luna
his lips were just like butterflies
dancing on my skin,
he can hold me from the outside but
i'll never let him in.
I turn, into the rain
Behind me is my pain
The drops seem to wash away all of my hate.

I now know I was right
About the way you lie
You turn your back on me
I pretend it's all just fine

But they deep ness in my chest
Doesn't let my nightmare rest
They fill my brain with sadness
I can't describe this madness
My whole life has been one joke and I
Can't seem to look around this

But my time will come soon
And you'll wallow in self pity
Because I'm the one who cared
Yes I did all your bidding

But now I must go
I know it will be hard
I just need some time alone
To find out how people are
But don't worry my heart will stay at home

Don't worry about me now
I'm as free as I can get
One day I'll come back around
To tell you about my trip

I hope I'll gain in happiness
And lose a little shame
But remember that I loved every second of the pain.

-BB
 Mar 2015
Daniel Jr
I am a man,
I feel no pain,
I am a man
with nothing to gain.
I am a man,
strong in my heart,
I am a man,
who is falling apart.
I am a man,
I must carry on.
I am a man,
but this war can't be won.
I am a man,
I can not quit.
I am a man,
but I can't handle this ****.
I am a man,
I am independent,
I am a man,
without my love I lament.
I am a man,
but deep down inside,
I am a boy,
with weaknesses to hide.
It may come as a surprise but just as society expects certain truths from women, it demands them from men. Men must be strong, and determined, and responsible, and we must hide our emotions or seem weak. The truth is that men can't always live up to these expectations. What happens when the world falls out from under us? We are expected to keep our composer and hide away our depression. This poem is more or less the thoughts that race through my mind, the battle between the side of me that wants to be a "man" and the side of me that needs help sometimes.
 Mar 2015
Mark Lecuona
We cannot know courage
Until we are touched by fear
We cannot know strength
Until we understand weakness
We cannot know purpose
Until it is ****** upon us
We cannot know inspiration
Until we see those who follow
I have a lady friend suffering from breast cancer. She is in her 30's and it's possibly getting the best of her. But she has an incredible outlook and is blowing EVERYONE away who knows her. When you are in good health it is hard to imagine waking up each morning wondering if you are really dying. And the chemo is horrible. So this is for her...
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