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 Apr 2013
Skye Applebome
It'll be okay
It'll be okay
It'll be okay*
That's what I tell myself.
Oh, what a liar I am....
 Apr 2013
Jess Page
Master words play on your mind.
They affect you like a different kind.
How can letters create such scars?
For the answer you look to the stars,
but no can tell.

Raindrops imitate your tears.
Funny how they can't wash away your fears.
When did the rain become so weak?
You'll forget about it all next week.
But then it'll all come back again,
to haunt you, now and then.
"I'll fight it another day" you say,
but how close is that day?

I'm no good with words as you can tell, but I hope that these mean very well.
Love is patient, love is kind and I can't get you off my mind.
What I'm trying to say is this, I don't know how hard it is.
But if I did I'd let you know that I will never let you go.

Either way, that's still the truth and I will always be your roof
for when the rain come pouring down
and if I have to I will drown.
Just so that you can see, you mean everything to me.

So here it is, this is my song.
I hope that one day you'll sing along.
But if you can't well that's just fine, I can make it all mine.
To sing to you when you're feeling down,
to get you off the breaking ground.

And when it does then I will see, just how hard it is
really.
And when I do I'll hold you tight and not let go
for the rest of the night.
More of a song, for someone you love who is hurt of being bullied
 Apr 2013
Socally Picter
Your eyes give away your name.
They tell me it's something beautiful.
That if I say it I shall feel as if I were swimming in honey.
That it will become my single word prays to thank god.
That it will be the sweet little smile that make me.
But I don't know your name.
So I'll just say the word that means all the same,
"Hello"
Red
Her eyes were red,
They showed her pain
It was obvious,
That she was crying again.

Her voice, just a whisper
Insignificant as dust
She's searching for someone
Someone to trust

She smiled and laughed
While her eyes remained empty
Strange that a smile
Can hide things so deadly

Her wrists show no scars
But her soul, tampered and broken
Their words were like weapons
Invisible when spoken

Her eyes were red,
They showed her pain
It was obvious,
That she was crying again...
 Apr 2013
amt
Low
And I guess we've all just hit a new low.
Rock bottom ain't as deep as it goes.
 Apr 2013
Chloe London
For all of these years many girls have been waiting for a boy best friend.
Someone who they can tell everything to,
Someone who they can talk about anything to,
Someone who's always going to be there for them,
To make them laugh,
To mend their broken hearts when they've been crushed ,
To support them,
To have movie nights,
To call each other every night and talk about how she is in love with his best friend
To get drunk together and lean on each other walking home
To skip school together and go on adventures in the fields
To buy countless cans of energy drinks and get hyper together
To go on long walks engaging in conversation about how he likes someone else
To have that one dance together at prom, her in her dress, him in his suit
Seems like the perfect friendship, right?
Listen...

But then there's the down side,
The side that she doesn't see
The side that screams at the top of it's lungs yet she's still blind to it
He loves her
He never stops thinking about her
She's his first thought the moment he awakens and the last thought before he sleeps
She's the reason the still wakes up every morning
She's the reason he never stops smiling
She's the only reason his heart still beats.
Every time she talks about him his heart sinks yet his face still holds a smile...
If only he knew she felt the same
If only he knew how he's the only reason her heart still beats
He's the only reason she never stops smiling
He's the reason she still wakes up every morning
He's the first thought the moment she awakens and the last thought before she sleeps
She never stops thinking about him...
*She loves him.
 Apr 2013
madeline may
how much longer until my
corpse
is too broken
for all the kings' horses and
all the kings' men
to put my body
back together
again?
 Apr 2013
Lily
If you are a lover of words,
you’d understand the
beautiful curse      that befell us,
those who strive and endeavor
with a passion planted inside us
that flourishes and thrives.
Like Athena and her web,
our webs are made of
hundreds of words, woven with
our pencils like needles,
and so we get better at
sewing our works.

A girl
once loved words
wholeheartedly,
but occasionally tried
to let love go
before sewing poems
became her favorite thing
and nothing more.
This is when I found my voice. Written on March 24, 2013.
 Apr 2013
R
Will you let me
Hold you?
Not just you,
But your world,
Your universe;
I'd like to see it
In my hands,
In my arms,
Open...
Wide.
Open for you to be my
World,
My universe.
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