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 Dec 2014 Samridhi
Jana Chehab
They asked me what it's like
to be in love with him

I said it's like the rotation of Earth
so familiar
like meeting the sunrise
each and every day at 06:34 AM

yet so new
like the solar eclipse
that occurs only once
after a handful of mundane years
random thoughts struggling to escape the cages of my insides.
 Dec 2014 Samridhi
Daniel Kenneth
shattered glass can never truly be fixed
and what's now ash can never return to what it once was
i'll never forgive you for how you treated me
and i'll never forget what you threw away
I need to stop this over indulging of thoughts..
I think too much.
my mind races with thoughts that have gone too far.
I eat too much.
my body image is disillusioned and I torture myself every day because of it.
I speak too much.
I do all the wrong things
at all the wrong times.
I'm an unlucky vurtue sent into this world to suffer.
and if I'm not quite sure how much longer I can continue this battle
 Dec 2014 Samridhi
Tim Amaru
I got a question
I wanna ask my grandma, but shes been gone for some years now
I need the answers
I wanna ask my friends, but they're too cool to be honest
&  she's gonna take it the wrong way if I question her
It just might break her heart man
I can't ask my girl...
So ima ask Langston
& ima ask Maya
If I'm in love...
If I'm in love...
My Pen & paper won't lie if I'm in love..
So tell me tell me..
Am I in love?
A lot of times we are jus confused about how we truly feel... But when you're a Writer/Poet the Pen & paper will always tell you if you're in love..
 Dec 2014 Samridhi
Et cetera
Black crows, circling the sky
Beneath dark clouds, alone they fly

Coconut trees, with lush green blades
Swaying leaves, and trunks with plaids

Gravel, marked with tire tracks and stones
Footsteps strange and familiar it owns

Along the road, a light turns on
A swing set, a porch seat, a life is born

And here sits the poet, watching with awe
Looking with her pen, writing what she saw

~Moniba.
 Dec 2014 Samridhi
Tyler Durden
I'm
Just
A
Hobby
You
Grew
Tired
Of.
 Dec 2014 Samridhi
Theia Gwen
Atlas
 Dec 2014 Samridhi
Theia Gwen
It began when I skipped lunch
When snacks became meals
And food became calories
I stopped standing and began to kneel
It started with pictures on blogs
Collar bones, thigh gap, dead eyes
Worshiping goddesses who never eat
Whose smoke curls as easy as their lies

It was about being weightless
Being skinny, being happy
To wither and fold into myself
"Somebody please look at me!"
Now my eyes are heavy
I have to hug the wall to get anywhere
Colorful bruises bloom on my legs
The room's spinning, black spots everywhere

I'm like Atlas, holding up my world
With shaky hands, bloods spattering everywhere
Step by step I keep moving, it's never enough
I'm killing myself over what size clothes I wear
Two years ago I wanted this
Asking Google a list of excuses not to eat
Now I think I'm dying, looking up heart arrhythmias
Because I can't follow a single beat
I feel like I'm ******* dying.
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