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 Nov 2014
Javaria Waseem
She entered her son's bedroom and found him playing hide and seek.
"Shhhh mommy. Don't make a noise, he'll figure out where I am hiding."
His mother smiled and ruffled his hair, "Okay sweetie, just come downstairs for dinner when you're done playing."

"Honey, what's our son up to?", her husband asked her while reading the newspaper.
"The same like always, playing with his imaginary friends.", she laughed.

Inside the cupboard, their hiding place, they whispered slowly.
"Don't tell mommy that we play together, she'll think you're crazy."
"But you're my brother, I am sure they'll be very happy."
"No. You don't get it, for them I'll always be the dead baby."
 Nov 2014
A Sickening Love
It was too much,
life was too much.
So I made a shell,
I locked myself in.
It was safe,
warm,
secure.
But being alone in that shell so long, made the lock become distorted.
Now it won't unlock,
and I can't let anyone in.
It's a nice shell,
but sometimes,
just sometimes,
it gets lonely.  
I guess I'm just waiting for someone to break the lock,
I want someone to set me free in the world.
Though I may get scared leaving my shell,
someone will help me understand this scary, ******* up world.
And someday I can do more than survive it.
I will live in it.
 Nov 2014
JD
See a leaf burning red.
I'd begun to spread,
Throughout the forest trees start to fall,
leaving nothing but smoke and ashes.
Everything's gone,
or so it may seem!
You push away the remains and you fine a leaf,
still pure and healthy,
as green as it'll ever be.
A new hope
A new dream
begins.
Coming back for NC
 Nov 2014
A Sickening Love
Why cry?
All I've learned is tears,
Don't help.

They're only water.
 Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs
Those who are quiet,
are silent for a reason.
Those who don't speak
without cause and thought,
They are important.
Listen when the quiet ones speak
For wisdom and kindness float from their tongues.
 Nov 2014
Amitav Radiance
The words float in the air
playing hide n seek
between the trees
flying across the sky
kissing the mountain tops
hiding in the clouds
glowing with borrowed light
from the sun and moon
day and night
words do inspire
the soul also privy
to the unfolding story
- close to the heart
the senses caressing
- the words find meaning
sitting here contemplating
its a world so ethereal
- will be inked
indelible from memory
the words breathe life
conveying my feelings
my words
are now lying there on paper
 Nov 2014
Hayleigh
I refuse to follow a trail where everyone else has
Crushed their individuality
firmly into the ground,
Silenced their hopes and dreams
so they no longer make a sound.

You do what you please,
but darling I'll blaze a trial so bright
it'll dull the suns light
And bring the trees to their knees.
I got a crush
              on a poet
          Wouldn't ya know it?
He's got everything
              I want
       Everything I need
When I read his
       poems
            My heart beats
     all crazy
There's been so
        many poems
          Written about
     not loving poets
Well sometimes,
        us poets...
         Just can't help it!
Although this is
     true
       It's really just
            a game
I got a crush
          on a poet
     Can you guess his
          name?

Comment with your guess, unless you already know, then that's cheating!  Lol
❤❤❤
 Nov 2014
axr
I am a player of words.
I will be the the one to grab you by the neck first
but I might show sympathy on you
kick you in the shins and call you a fool.

My pen can do wonders
crush kingdoms, **** children, point out your blunders.
It takes a movement of my hand to change it all
fulfill your dreams, defy science's laws
I can make your lover infertile
make you an illegitimate child
send you to the most brutal fight
or present you with the Nobel prize.
I can make you a part of a dirt poor family
I can make you live your life without a tragedy.
I can make you an old hunchback
who has seen failure
I can make you the knight
in his shiny armour
I can push you off the cliff from which you hanged
or give you a nice pair of fangs.

Oh yes, I am nefarious.
write words which are a mystery or hilarious.
I would rule this place if I had asked for it first,
I am a player of words.

I have painted your world in different colours
cheered for you when you got the medal of valour
I killed your favourite character? Go figure!
I can make you turn into someone else at full moon
I can torture the ones who were your muse
I can build a world of my own
Not taken down by any force
The fire in my veins cannot be extinguished
I will present you with people between whom you cannot distinguish
I can bathe in the tears of my readers
Don't underestimate words
through your spine they can send shivers.



They see me as danger
to trouble, I am no stranger
there is no extent to my freedom
I am half angel, half demon
I have had my mind drift away to places
I have made friends with the one with scarred faces
danced on waves,  sang in deserts
all of this can't be done in reverse
I have killed you using shells
I often write to vent.
I often **** the things which you clenched.
I hold onto your soul and the boredom you munched
isn't all of this fun?
I could be queen if i asked for it first
the world calls me an introvert
and
The player of words
 Nov 2014
Riley Defluo
We are expected to do great things
To save the world
Even when our own lungs
Heave though each breath
Like they're ******* in water
Instead of air

Know this
Sometimes it is enough
To close your eyes each night
And simply say
You made it through the day
Alive again.
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