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Lying beside this clear glass of sorrow
Recalling the night when I felt the pain
As I lost you, entered Cupid's arrow
Torn me to pieces with no strength to regain.
 Apr 2018
Mary-Eliz
my cat is a huntress
buoyant and free

the outdoors beckons
she follows

sometimes she roams
exploring the yard and the woods

other times she sits
in wait of something

anything that moves

a gray-brown field mouse
a lime-green grasshopper

it might be a moth
powdery winged and light
or it might only be a leaf
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caressed by the breeze

it doesn't matter
she's just as intense

her sleek and slender body
consumes the sun's glow
her dappled fur shimmers
tail moving ever so slightly

she crouches
then arches
goes in for the ****
but

it's only a shadow beneath
eager paws

undaunted
unflustered
she returns to her post

and
watching
you know
it's not the capture
that matters
it's the quest
that's important
and keeps her
unfettered
Tye-Dye (named because of her tortoise-shell fur that looked almost tye-dyed) lived to be almost 20! I had wanted to have her be an indoor cat and bought a leash and harness to take her for walks. Ha! The picture of my attempt at that is as clear in my mind as if it was yesterday. That little kitten instantly became a complete whirling dervish, spinning and jerking, letting me know she did not intend to be thus fettered. Of the several cats we've had she was one of the most cuddly and loving, but she proudly retained her independent side. She spent a fair amount of time inside but her huntress persona needed the freedom to be.
 Apr 2018
Crystal
I hide the feelings
I can’t let them see
The perfect little girl
I can never be

I’m all broken inside
I really want to cry
It’s getting difficult to cover
No matter how hard I try

My days get longer
And my feelings hurt
The pain gets stronger
I wonder what my life’s worth

They start to notice
The scars are there
They try to help
But all I feel is fear

But darling remember
I have to try show them feelings
Try let them see
That I can’t be the perfect girl
That they want me to be
 Apr 2018
Crystal
My hands tremble
Im feeling weak
The blade cuts deeper
The blood starts to seep

I hear the voices
In side my brain

Echoing all around
They are what caused the pain

My hands tremble
I pull the gun to my head
It’s almost over
Just remember what they said

I hear the voices
All around
Crying and weeping
Because my blood is on the ground

It’s all over
No pain to be found
No voices here
No-one around
 Apr 2018
Crystal
I remember
The night you said
‘I love you’

I remember
When I was too scared to say it back
I screamed and cried

I remember
I told you
No one loves a ugly girl like me

I remember
You told me to calm down
You held me in your arms

I remember
My family scared
That one night I might take my life

I remember
The night you said
‘I love you’

I remember
I said it back
I was still scared

I remember
Finding you
The perfect one who understands me

I remember
When you took my hand
Promised me that you would never leave

I remember
How you love me
And always will
so yeah this is a poem I wrote for a girl who was scared to fall in love
 Apr 2018
Cait Harbs
Some moments,
I am Atlas,
and the world is resting
snugly between my shoulder blades,
and I am set
with the determination of a thousand warriors
to never let it slip, for I become euphoric
from overcoming impossibility.

And then, some moments,
I am the Mimosa pudica,
a "Touch-Me-Not" woman, weary
of unclean hands leaving bruises on my skin,
and I am withdrawn
so tightly into the universe within my own black hole
that I can't remember how
to climb out again.

If you are to love me,
love me as both
a powerful Titan - an ancient goddess -
and
a gentle flower,
a delicate bloom:

to be respected,
to be honored,
to be valued,
but also -

to be nurtured
when the Sun has been most cruel,
for it is hard to be
both strong
and vulnerable.
 Apr 2018
DancingEnt
Writing with my left hand
Because my right arm is asleep
Your head rests on my shoulder
And I lay here while you dream
I cannot make a move to ease
The tingles in my fingertips
So I silently count my blessings
And touch your forehead to my lips
He's asleep on me still and I couldn't be happier or luckier
 Apr 2018
Paige
For years I blamed my sadness on you.
For leaving me when I was the happiest I've ever been.
I thought that if I still had you I would never feel this empty again.
But now, I think you ended it at just the right time.
Things were already getting too complicated and I think that my happiness would have faded soon after realizing you would never not have her in your life.
Once reality started to seep in, I doubt it would have been the same anyway.
They say everything happens for a reason, so I guess I'm where I'm supposed to be.
Even though here feels a lot like being lost.
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