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 May 2018 Cello Girl
Grand Piano
Step 1: Get out of bed
Step 2: Look in the mirror
Step 3: Practice your smile
Step 4: Eyedrops to hide the red eyes
Step 5: Conceal the dark circles
Step 6: Breathe
The curtains are almost up
Step 7: Lock down the pain
Step 8: Ignore the weight on your chest
Step 9: Silence the screams inside of your mind
Step 10: Choke down the sobs
Step 11: Ignore the stinging in your eyes
Step 12: Swallow past the tightness in your throat
You’ve put on this show a million times
Step 13: Don’t let them see
Times up. Curtains up. Camera rolling
You know how when you’re not ok but you try so hard to pretend you’re ok that it becomes a ritual
 May 2018 Cello Girl
Meaby Pom
I was played like A broken record.
Same excuse, same routine, a new measure.
My life changed, yes
For the better.
Because through the mess, I met her.
Written out like a long letter.
Shipped out, A short cryptic message
That I had sent her.
'You deserve the world, more than what he can give you, just believe me when I say you can do better.'
Pieces of the confusing story of how I met the love of my life, through others cheating I had found the woman of my dreams.
 May 2018 Cello Girl
SMN
you see,
that’s the problem
with being the strong one
who always offers others
a hand
everyone thinks that you
don’t need a hand and
they think you have lots
of surplus energy and no
worries

*(s.m)
 May 2018 Cello Girl
adriana
It just rained
Bullets
Puddles in the streets
Blood
Water falls down
Tears
 May 2018 Cello Girl
Imran Islam
I am a child like you
I have a dream like you
I have a heart like you
I am mankind like you.
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

I want to play like you
I want to smile like you
I need to sleep like you
I need a morning like you.
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

Why is my path ******?
Why do you blast my body?
Why does dark smoke swarm my sky?
Why do you grab my land, why?
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

You have no right to **** my dreams
You have no right to **** my parents
You have no right to **** my friends
You’re all killers; you're all heartless!
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.

I want only justice
I want a smiley face
I want a peaceful place
I just want a little peace!
I have the right to live like you.
I have the right to freedom like you.
 May 2018 Cello Girl
Ann Beaver
If I could love
the limping
ugly
afraid
part of me
That I drag through the mud
and thorns

If I could let
the transparent
clawing
screaming
silhouette speak
Instead of kicking it
into the basement

If I could put
my deepest human essence
onto paper
for everyone to see

Then.
Then, I could be free.

— The End —