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 Aug 2013
Melissa Blair
Life is but the beginning
Of a story called death
A saga that keeps beating
Until my final breath

This weary soul is sickened
Entangled in my head
Sometimes I can't stop wishing
To be pronounced dead

A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill

Life is a lesson to be learned
But doesn't come with instructions
Every time I solve one issue
I'm stalked by more obstructions

Sanity is but an illusion
A deceitful trick of the mind
Raining memories upon me
That I'd rather leave behind

A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill

I wish I'd been given a warning
About how my life would be
But this heart reflects the mistake
That was the birth of me

My death will come with relief
From me and the world all the same
So let me go, let me burn
In my own ever-raging flame

A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill
 Jul 2013
jdmaraccini
You are hidden on one side I am on fallen on the other,
we could work together but we are about to fall.
Push through the static noise, listen for the crying siren,
it doesn't have to be like this—a lamb killing a lion.
A melody over an angry voice, it doesn't have to be like this at all.

Weep for me so God can hear my honest suffering,
speak for me when I am gone, and just a memory.
We are held together by absolutely nothing
in the end we break our souls in two.

Broken by greed but I still mourn, a sigh of relief I'm honestly torn.
Yet I still believe there's another life for me,
asleep on a one-way street even after my soul is broken.
Even after they scorch my dreams, for now, I still breathe.

You are fallen on one side I am on hidden on the other,
we could work together yet pride may be the final call.
It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this at all

Weep for me under a tree on a rainy day,
walk with me and be thankful we live and breathe.
Talk with me and get lost in conversation,
until we fall asleep, until we sleep permanently,
I will be waiting; I will be waiting for you.

Weep for me so God can hear my honest suffering,
speak for me when I am gone, and just a memory.
We are held together by absolutely nothing,
in the end, I will be waiting.
In the end, I will weep for you.
JDMaraccini
2013
 Jul 2013
jdmaraccini
He suffered more than he thought he would ever suffer,
he hovered over the demons frolicking in betrayal.
How dare they deny the villain they created,
the pain has been too much to bear.
But he knew someday he would long to chase what most fear to face,
a choice to embrace the dark despair then vanish without a trace.

Stricken by a darkening gray his heartstrings a woman played,
the punishment is much to endure, every soul eventually breaks.
So, what should the vengeful do for destiny to intervene,
should the vengeful wait, but he is no longer part of the human race.
A table for two drifting in the shadows, eyes lost in every soul,
one question is left to contemplate, then he whispers into the mirror.

The phantom's revenge, loves vicious betrayal,
a terrible tale shall bring your life to an end.
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Jul 2013
Nicole Fraser
The numbness is there,
And will not disappear,
I guess it's a good thing,
Like the way he use to sing.

There is a void in my heart,
With each day it's ripped apart,
I should be thankful for the time we had,
The pictures everywhere are making me sad.

He promised me a life together,
And that he would change the weather,
But now he's gone,
I thought he was the one.

His smile lit up the place,
The way he planted kisses on my face,
Everything about him was perfect,
Was all our love worth it?

The funeral is tomorrow,
Which will be filled with sorrow,
I will never forget you my love,
I hope your looking down from above.

Rest in peace baby.
 Jul 2013
Emily Tyler
You were one of those boys
Who I'd known since I was 4,
And who got confirmed in the
Christian faith
Six weeks ago.

One of those boys
Who joked around in class
In a way that made the tescher smile.

One of those boys
Who I was happy to have in my squad
For gym
Because I knew we would win
Team Handball.

He was a guy
Who was completely comfortable
If I referanced second grade,
Even if my memory
Embarrassed him.

Someone who was so happy
To go to highschool
And be on the football team,
And who had already made friends
With all the players.

And he was one of those boys
Who we all knew
Would be the one to score the winning goal.

I thought that he would always be there.
Because boys like Bennett Rill are rare.
R.I.P. Bennett James Rill, 1998-2013. We started off eighth grade with a death and ended the year with one. Bennett was electrocuted on the last day of school while reaching to catch his friend Luke when he fell off the roof of Fox Mill Elementary.
I hope theres football in heaven ❤❤❤❤❤
 Jul 2013
Robert Guerrero
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am?
You don't remember these soft drown eyes
Staring into the vacant depths
Of your glazed over eyes
Donut wholes on your sunk in face
Mother, I'm that 13 month old baby
You abandoned and never looked back on
I'm the nuisance in the back of your head
Wishing you would wake up and feed me
Change my soiled diapers
The way you should change your habits
Mother, pleas I'm begging
I'm crying tears of snowflake shadows
I need you yet you're not there
You're two inches from my face
Crashing into couch cushions
Like suicide bombers
Needle stil stuck in your arm
Filling your veins with a substance
That prevented you from loving me
Hello...mother
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am now?
I wanted you to love me
Tell me bedtime stories
Keep the nightlight on
Long enough for me to fall asleep
Unafraid of what the shadows hold
Tuck me in and kiss me goodnight
Like the moon itself
Every night to the rest of the world
I want to be your world
Drenched in your loving moonlight
But no, the drugs you overdosed on
Prevented you from doing just that
And you still haven't learned your lesson
You called me several times
Telling me you love me
That you're sorry for leaving
But within the 5 minutes
It took you to choke your tongue
To say even one of those words
You sail away on that kite
Crash immediately into my heart
Causing missile words to bombard my walls
Calling me worthless, pathetic, and a waste
Hello...mother
Please remember me!
Please remember who I am!
I'm the baby you refused to hold at birth
I'm the last child of four
You wish you would have aborted
1 month prior to my concieving
Hello...mother
The late night hours of needles and pills
Powdery white lines cut like a chef
Must have erased me from your life
And if I could bleed every drop of your blood out
I'd carve canyons in my wrist
Let loose the dams
Drown in the wake
I don't want to be your son
I want to be the child of four you never had
Hello...
Forgive me for this
I know you don't remember me
I know you don't know who I am
But I hate you
I can only thank you for making me a poet
Giving me this curse
Because I'm no longer your puppet
Or your voodoo doll
With 12 needles in his chest
I'm the kid you will never know
So this greeting shall be as strangers
You never cared to know me
So this farewell shall be as strangers
Goodbye...
                  ...Mother
I've been working on this poem for several months. Finished finally.
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