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 Sep 2013 Isobel
Chris
Some nights I’m not filled with words,
I’m just filled with so much of you.
You’re making more space in this ribcage;
it was always saving a spot
for your heart anyways.
You give the moon light to reflect,
and I swear the stars would fall for you tonight.
 Sep 2013 Isobel
Elizabeth Smart
With graceful strategy the circling hawk
Whips my circling sorrow to dive and strike;
Indiscrete for action the poison oak
Thrusts up her flushed face for attack
Lizards and herbs and flowers admonish me,
Strict in their innocence: I am cowardly,
Nor will the mourning-dove condone my fault
Who ******* all hazard for a humble scrap
And when she coos courts punishment. My guilt
Is obvious, and I cannot escape.
 Sep 2013 Isobel
JM Vallena
Despair
 Sep 2013 Isobel
JM Vallena
I can see the darkness swathing everything into its fathomless cloak.
Greedily swallowing, leaving only death on its wake.
Exhausting every essence until nothing is left.
Blinded by the darkness I walked, searching for something.

Nothing, there is nothing, just the void.
Fear started to creep into my system.
Like a hangar engulfed in flames.
I feel consumed, corrupted.

On the verge of insanity
I prayed, to whom, I am not certain exist.
I waited, but I waited in vain.
No one came to rescue me, no angels, not even a flicker of light.

Despair started to plague me.
Like a contagious disease it kills me, thoroughly.
I am shattered like a broken glass, crushed into million fragments.


There is no hope
I'm afraid to admit it, but there is really no hope.

— The End —