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i s a b e l l a Jan 2015
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it's easy to forget who you once were
when you change yourself
for other people
i s a b e l l a Sep 2014
Who said dreaming is better than reality?
What if they’re both equally as bad?
I can’t tell the difference between reality
and a dream anymore because they’re
both turning out to be a nightmare.
i s a b e l l a Sep 2014
Faking sanity
is a clear symptom
that you are going insane.
i s a b e l l a Sep 2014
I*  am  not  weak.
I am strong.
I will get through this.
It may be eating me alive,
but i'll end its hunger.
I am not weak.
I  am  a  *
survivor.
this poem is therapy for me, but whatever you're going through right now, please stay strong. You are amazing and so brave. Just please remember that.
  Sep 2014 i s a b e l l a
Jodey Ross
DEATH. It's
all the same thing. You do
something stupid and end up
croaking, but why? You work so hard
to reach your goals. Achieve at life, to end
up laying                     six                          feet
under?                         What                        is the
point                           of                       living
if it                       all ends               so fast?
You hear live happily from complete
strangers. I don't see the point in
living like so. How
could someone live
happily, knowing it
is all going to end...
I don't know if I achieved that to your eyes but I tried to shape the poem as a skull to symbolize death.
He listened
To her laugh
As if it was a symphony
And she hung
On his words
Like they were vines

By Chloe Elizabeth
Another little excerpt from a short story I wrote a couple months ago.
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