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 Sep 2017 Isabelle
mathilde
i.
cry it out. a lot.
until you don’t have any tears left in your body.
until the pain makes your body and your emotions numb.
until you feel empty inside,
lying on the floor, wondering why there’s a stain on the ceiling.

ii.
sleep. a lot.
you’ll reach for their body in your bed to bring them closer,
but realize there’s nothing more than the cold mattress and the lonely blanket.
it won’t feel warm after a while.
it’s alright.

iii.
go out. a lot.
feel the coldness of the night wind on your red cheeks.
feel the warmness of the shots of ***** in your throat.
being surrounded by friends has never felt so essential.
they’re the special ones, the golden ones.
keep them close.

iv.
wait. a lot.
nothing will feel right for a while.
sometimes everything will feel better.
and then it’ll all suddenly come back in waves.
it’s alright.
it takes time to become whole again.
3/7/17
Touching my
heart making
it
whole
spilling your
ink
deep in my
soul
beautiful colors
sparkling hues
bonding connections
love so true
a web weaved
love and desire
tangling of threads
beauty and fire
always moving
twisting and turning
forever entwining
hearts touching
forever burning
touching my
heart making
it
whole
by spilling your
ink
deep in my
soul.
Hello, how are you?
It's been a while.
I miss you. I really do.
I tried to reach out
but you never responded.
I hope I didn't
do anything wrong.
It hurts. A lot.
Whenever I tried
but you'd leave me on read.

I have so many things
to share with you.
I've grown and experienced
new things but couldn't tell you.
Cause it feels like
I'm speaking to a brick wall.
I feel dumb sometimes;
Getting excited and all
but you never respond.
I guess you need some space.

So if that's what
you need, I understand.
I'll give you that;
time and some space.
Know that I'm always here
if you need anyone.
You know I'm always happy
to have a reunion.
I just wish you could
tell me you're safe and sound.

-m.b
You stopped replying but I never stopped wondering why
 Sep 2017 Isabelle
Amanda F
My body is a ballroom for my soul to dance in.
My eyes are shooting stars that claim the cosmos of my sight.
My hands are fragile vines of woven skin that grip the dirt and praise the earth.
My skin is a delicate mould.
My freckles map the constellations and tell the alignment of the stars.
My body is my home, that explores the wonder of the universe.
I am nature. I am art.

- A.F
An encouraging word
is moral-support,
which is felt,
as well as heard.

It makes all of the difference,
it helps one form perseverance
and build much needed resilience.

It may very well be
"that little push,"
which saves that person's day,
and it may very well be
a brightly coloured rainbow,
or a ray of sunshine,
which chases their dark clouds away.

It's an empathetic,
invisible, warm embrace,
it's a smile that says...
"You're not alone,"
which is warmly written
all over your face.

An encouraging word
is humble kindness,
which is most appreciated,
whilst it is being observed.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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