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  Sep 2014 gloria
MBishop
This sadness, this numb
It is not poetic.
I cannot write about galaxy ridden veins
or fire seared eyes

This sadness, this emptiness
It is not beautiful
There will be no heroic sweeping away of broken princesses by
princes with cigarette clenched teeth
or ***** laced lips

This sadness, this gut-wrenching pain
Will not be daises in Marlboro boxes
It can't be unraveled threads sewed back
by an infinite but dysfunctional love

No, no.

This sadness isn't any of that.

This sadness, it's raw
It hurts to look at but it's torture to bear
People look away from this type of sadness
Because it sure as hell ain't pretty.
But what it is is real
This is the sadness that, once moved past, is never forgotten

It's worn like armor in battle
Like a coat of arms

This sadness makes you a **soldier
  Sep 2014 gloria
Alexis A
I'm sitting alone
At a desk
Wearing long sleeves
In this summer heat
My laptop in front of me
A book beside me
And some pills inside me

Nobody knows
My secrets
Or my lies
I won't tell them
I won't let them in
Though I am surrounded by people, I'm all by myself within the walls I have created for myself
gloria Sep 2014
i just sat there
i just looked at the ceiling
wishing to see your eyes
because they are stars
that shine brighter
that the brightest stars
in the darkest skies
gloria Sep 2014
she's so beautiful when she cries
she's so beautiful when she hides
she's so beautiful when she hurts
and it's a kind of sadness
that is so beautiful,
and it's a kind of sadness
she is addicted to.
  Aug 2014 gloria
Nicole Ann Sandoval
When I asked you to fix me,
You told me I wasn't broken.
But, let this soak in.
I just wanted to know,
If i was still a pretty enough picture to be worth, agonizing over a puzzle.
Even when it's a struggle.
And you have to nuzzle each piece into place,
Kissing the pieces bent out of shape,
Searching for pieces gone missing,
But you can't make a raisin back into a grape.
Yes, I Remember your middle name
And who says we can't celebrate failure?
Don't be sad, we tried, we tried.
When you write your story in the sand it washes away with the tide.
It isn't our fault.
We may have cut ourselves open, But we didn't ask for the salt in our
wounds
Can I still say "we"?
I guess you're kind of done with me.
I don't blame you, Puzzles are frustrating.
they're a tease.
Please, tell me I haven't lost the most important piece.
Tell me I haven't lost
you.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
gloria Aug 2014
if you break my heart
i would be
more and more
in love with you
that i am
at this moment

if you  break me
i would be
so sad
that i couldnt
breathe

if you touch me
you would
change my life
like no one
could ever do it
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