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 Jan 2014 Ceryn
Tara Hill
another
 Jan 2014 Ceryn
Tara Hill
how unfair it can be
for me to think of you
and you not to think of me.

while i stick around
playing your sick and twisted game
you do nothing but laugh.
you feel no shame

im never to know what goes on in your head.
while you are smiling you could be wishing you were dead.

i tried to make you happy.
i stayed for the most that i could.
me putting in effort was never worth as much as it should.

i may not know a lot
but if there is one thing that I do
it's that while you are thinking of me,
i am no longer thinking of you.
 Jul 2013 Ceryn
Chuck
Why are many great poets tortured and tormented?
I'm only distorted by the pain many poets feel.
I'll never be a great poet, thank God!
But, poets, I love your words.
I love you.
Please find a way to love yoursevles!
I weep for the pain you feel.
If I could make you smile,
I would be a happy, average at best, poet.
 Jul 2013 Ceryn
Emma N Boyer
What to do when one so whole
Is torn open at the seams
When their very soul is put to test
And nightmares take their sleep

What to do when one so whole
Is shown that all they know
Is a lie; has been a lie
Since they first began to grow

What to say when one so whole
Is broken beyond repair
And sits in the dark with endless tears
Pulling at their hair

What do you say when one so whole
Demands to know the truth?
When what you haven’t said’s protected them
From hurts both old and new?

What to say when one so whole
Isn’t whole at all
But a ghost of the past, that’s broken at last
And will soon begin to fall?

What to do when one that’s broken
Looks to you for help
When you know there’s nothing you can say
To save them from themselves.
 Jul 2013 Ceryn
Melissa Nye
Poem 2.6
 Jul 2013 Ceryn
Melissa Nye
I'm addicted to wasting my time and searching for new beginnings
New beginnings that don't exist because I can't finish what I started
But inside I know that I am looking for something perpetually new

I'm stringing to the idea of our thoughts affixing
I hope that your lips are as honest as your mind and as pure as your heart
I'm thinking of how to resolve this war between my vanities and your altruism

I believe our friendship is stronger now than ever
And I'm hoping that you see it too
Because the way you laugh and how you make me smile
Is worth more than a mere sign of benevolence
But a merge of amity and ecstasy
 Jul 2013 Ceryn
Caroline
I can feel you.

I feel you every time I breathe. Every breath is laced with with the smell of your cologne and the crinkles by your eyes.

You are in my bloodstream like ******. Coursing through my body along with waves of blood the colour of your smile.

You're in my mind. Causing sparks in my brain cells when I think about the first time your hand brushed against mine.

You're in my lungs like smoke, and I'm holding my breath, even though I know it will make me cough.

I'm addicted to you.
But I don't want to stop.

(j.a)
 Jul 2013 Ceryn
Andrew McElroy
So we trace the reflection in the mirror
In hopes to construct a better view
Of the person that we hope to be
But every attempt I make
Draws out a picture of you.

The monster that you are to me.

Your eyes end up looking like
The midnight skies
On the beach where you and I
Made a vow to never leave each other
As long as we both were breathing

Now we are both screaming
And taking back everything
Just like a last breath taken
Without any meaning.
This has become
Something that is not worth seeing
Anymore

So I took the mirror down
With a quick hand
And a solid mind
To craft a new reflection
Out of the warped pieces of mine

And I stand in the hall alone
Looking towards the end of time
And wonder where I am going

And you are gone
And your mouth turns into the sun
As I say my last goodbye
To these starry night skies
Where we held each other tight
And made agreements with our
Lips and tongue

To say,
Goodnight twenty three.
Goodbye blue skies,
You never even knew me.
Did you sun?
 Jul 2013 Ceryn
Robert Guerrero
If you asked me if I was real
I would tell you no
But if you looked to my wrist
Those scars are all too real
These smiles and laughs
Come from the instinct to hide
To avoid the predatory explanations
Everyone will ask for
When I tell them I'm not happy
I can't tell you in a sentence
And I'm not asking for time
So you can hear my story
Cutting it short would still take too long
The summary itself would take all day

The smiles are fake yes
But not these scars
So if you ever see me
Look the other way
You'll see nothing more than a mask
Deemed undesirable even at a masquerade
This isn't a charade
Or a game I'm playing
I don't need your attention
I'd rather be left alone
Because you'll want to know
Why there is so much blood at my feet
Why the scars I have are the only thing that's real

I'm not the person everybody knew back then
I'm just the kid looking for a way out
No escape ropes
Or secret passage ways
I want a clean way out
Making sure to never end up
Back in the pits
I managed to pull myself out of
I want to be free
From the mask I wear now
To quit my acting career
And finally be who I was meant to be
I'd like these scars to fade
And these smiles to be real
Because it's killing me
To be like this
I don't want to be the author
Of another tragedy
I don't want to dance
One of those fancy dances
I just want to smile for real...for once
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