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 Jun 2013 Holly
Rachel Mary
boy
 Jun 2013 Holly
Rachel Mary
boy
you were sheltered in your ways
and looked at me intently
you were kind and you were cute
and treated me so gently
you held me in your arms
and showed obvious respect
you kept me safe from harm
and lightly kissed my neck
i was yours for a short while
in return, you mine
to you i was not a child
and you gave me all your time
thankyou for making me smile again
you really cheered me up
this time i'll try to smile, and when
you want, i'll pucker up
 Jun 2013 Holly
WordsOfLoved
Words hold a power that not many people take heed of
Words can
make
or break
you
Words, if the right kind, can make you feel feelings that are
new and exciting
but with the good comes bad
Words also have the power to
scar
damage
and
hurt
you
words, words, words
that's all they really are
but with every word comes a
underlying meaning
of that, you may not know at first
this in a way shows how words are puzzles
fitting the right ones together to get the perfect outcome
while some poeple jam words together hopeing they will fit, when all along they were not meant to
words, words, words
what more can they be
besides simply
*everything
 Jun 2013 Holly
Gary Muir
the funny thing about time
is the way it grinds your bones to dust
while they’re still sitting in your flesh

we can all feel it,
we pretend we don’t, but we do

you feel it when you wake up in the morning
having dreamt of your childhood
and the sound of your sister’s laughter is still ringing in your ears

you feel it when you look up from a book
and its not your brother sitting in the chair next to you
but a strange fellow with a deep voice
and a nose that looks remarkably familiar

and strongest of all, you feel it when at the dinner table
your mother asks you what you’ve been up to for the past 18 years

see, the funny thing about time
is the way it grinds your bones to dust
while they’re still sitting in your flesh

just the other night, I pressed my palms together
and I called on a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile,
to ask where he’d been

he told me he’d been spending time with my father
because the man really needed some company
without his oldest son to talk to

oh and while I have you, he said,
your mother called
she told me to tell you
that your bed is made, if you ever want to come home
i sat down to write a poem about anything but love. i guess when you're running from it is when it hits you the hardest.
 Jun 2013 Holly
kgl
strength.
 Jun 2013 Holly
kgl
swallowing her aching pride with every step she takes
trying to forget, although her lonely heart it breaks
her everlasting hatred for the man who left a void
in her world, forever shifting, unprepared to be destroyed
her eyes, once glistening jewels turned to a bleak mistrusting stare
their depths expose the scars left by a man who did not care.

remembering the pain, the fearsome look within his eyes
the man she thought she loved became the monster she despised
her worthlessness confirmed with every single blow he dealt
the hurt within her heart was numb, the physical she felt
a horrifying calamity, some days she wished to die
the violent mental thoughts left by a man who made her cry

haunted by his judgments, heartless words rang in her ears
whilst her soul was crushed she never let him see her tears
a sordid satisfaction from the misery he saw
from the woman who adored him as he broke her to the core
but then it reached a point where though her self-belief was wrecked
the words that once were daggers suddenly had no effect

no longer did his voice destroy the stillness in her mind
her time was not yet over; she could leave it all behind
a woman who had suffered for so long, without a voice
decided for herself she had the right to make a choice
the bruises that imprinted, purple wounds left on her skin
she’d escape the hell he’d made her, filled with violence and sin

her eyes cold windows to her heart, devoid of such emotion
a stranger to a reckless love of honest plain devotion
her body bears the evidence, her mind is crystal clear
forget about the hatred and keep close what you hold dear
while repulsion made her weary, she stood still and bit her tongue
no longer wept for what once was, the man who made her strong.
 Jun 2013 Holly
maisie khan
Demons
 Jun 2013 Holly
maisie khan
Here is the truth:

I am terrified of the demons
living inside me.
He claws against my heart
and sends ghosts in to my head;
drowning me in despair,
suffocating me with self-hatred,
choking me with anxiety.
I can not find a way to escape him--
I can not bleed my demons out,
can not reach him through my veins.
How do I find someone
who will get inside my head
and **** my demons for me?
I want to shred my skin
and cut my body in to ribbons
so as to look as terrible as I feel.
I'm sorry
that I wasn't strong enough to overcome it
and that in ways
I am in love with these ghosts--
my agony seems to be the reason for my existence.
I am hurt
and I am hurting others because of who I am,
because of what I have become.
I am in love with the words
of a boy who understood my mind--
I am in love with someone
who loves somebody else.
I am in love with someone
who is to scared to love me.

At the end,
all I have is my sorrow:

My demons are the only things
that never leave.
 Jun 2013 Holly
Raven Brewer
Naked
 Jun 2013 Holly
Raven Brewer
I stand before you naked and bare,
Vulnerable and scared
With trembling hands, and shaky breath
Because you gingerly stripped me
Of the armor I had long ago melded to my being.
You carefully untied the intricate knots
That had tangled my chaotic mind.
You skillfully unfastened the clasps,
Which held together my crippled heart.
You watched as my insecurities
Fell to the ground in a pile around my ankles.

I stand before you naked and bare
With trembling hands, and shaky breath
Because the impassioned stare your eyes posses
Pierces the façade that I had shrouded myself with.
The softness of your caressing lips
Comforts the exhaustion of fleeing love.
The heat of your searching hands
Melts the ice that encases my thoughts.
The pressure of your firm body
Pushes away the worries of acceptance.

I stand before you naked and bare
Because your love has set me free from myself.

— The End —