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 Jun 2017 Jasmin
Nathansha Dilip
It's not that I have lost faith and trust over the world
It's just that
I have learnt to not show the depth of the same
It's just that
I have learnt to act neutral
Don't mistake me
For I am not pretending
I am just hiding the scares
Of my honest past.
 May 2017 Jasmin
bryn
Closed
 May 2017 Jasmin
bryn
closing in on me
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closer
i used to have space
now i'm squished in my own thoughts,
the people around me,
the loud noises,
and the quiet.
the quiet is like your best friend.
the one who lives across the country.
the one who you wish you saw more
the one you wish you had
by your side
all
the
time
help me
 May 2017 Jasmin
Jawad
FINE ARTS
 May 2017 Jasmin
Jawad
Photography* is poetry using light.
Poetry is painting with words.
Painting is sculpting on eyes.
Sculpting is music for stones.
Music is writing through feelings.
Writing is pottery with thoughts.
Pottery is photography of clay.
Artists have their own understanding of what they are doing...
i was once a piece
of beautiful paper,
cut into a heart-shape,
colored with red and
neatly placed at the left
side of my chest.

and then you came
with your heart on fire,
i am enchanted by your warmth
that i let you embrace me.
but i never thought that your fire,
would burn me down.

i was once a piece
of beautiful paper.
but now,
i am no more than
a piece of small gray particles,
ashes,
forgotten ashes
scattered by the wind

never to be found

©IGMS
 May 2017 Jasmin
allie
A consideration for the smallest things.

pebbles, sand, birds.

I look down at the smallest things,
and try to express the sudden urge of gratitude
that lays a blanket on me.

fire, sun, warmth.

Yes, they are small.
Yes, most people overlook them.
Yes, most people take them for granted.

water, ice, snow.

The smallest things
Are the things that change us.

See, a few days ago,
I was standing outside in the pouring rain.
A child walks up to me.
She says,
"Miss, are you alright?"
I say,
"I think I am now."

So the smallest things
Are the things that change us.
I think I'm okay now.
 May 2017 Jasmin
Samual Jake
I sometimes wonder where I would be if I didn’t have that voice inside me,
Telling me I should give up, I’m not worth it, I’m ugly, stupid & fat,
That voice inside me screaming at me, making me feel I have to see the local quack.

The screams get louder and louder, while I become weaker & weaker,
However, what that voice don’t know, is I get more eager,
Eager to win the battle between myself & my madness,
My friends bring me joy & my family brings kindness,
These are the very things that the voice cant bear and this is why I am so lucky to have friends and family, who love me and care.

When the world is shouting at you, give up,
Its like a turning lock, it wants you to feel as to what the voice makes me feel,
Powerless, faceless, speechless, unimportant and indecent,
The world is full of stigma, with it they bear the sign of hate,
I feel I have to pass the ethical & a narrow-minded gate,
In order to achieve in this ******, judgmental world,
These people do not know they have sold their soul to hate things they do not understand.

But wait, there’s guidance, a whisper among the herd of negativity,
I can hear my voice coming back, giving me my sanity,
It brings warm joy, hugs and acceptance,
Something that people cannot or wish to understand,
I will carry on running to my goals, even if I run myself into the ground,
I will not quit, the voice and the stigma in this world are just waiting for me to drop, but they are giving me a reason,
For myself to enjoy life in every season,
Whether it’s Winter, Summer, Autumn or pretty spring,
I look out of my window and see beauty as I see the birds open their beaks and they sing.

I thank this world for keeping me going,
For not letting me quit my future showings,
Where I will find love,
Where I will find my dove bearing its heart to me,
Where I can finally be free,
Free to change the world with words & actions,
Where I will not be sanctioned.

So what am I trying to say, is never quit,
Don’t feel you have to run up that hill alone,
Don’t feel you have to suffer in pain,
Don’t feel you have nothing to gain from speaking out,
Don’t feel you cant shout out to the world,
Don’t feel you have to cry behind closed doors,

Don’t feel that you are a lost cause,
Don’t feel you cant live like this anymore,
Don’t pretend this feeling your going through is not sore,
Don’t feel you have to lie,
Don’t feel you need a reason to cry, just cry,
Don’t feel you have to quit, you are strong, you are a sleeping warrior,
Once you see that your mental health and your voice inside you is your armour,
Nothing will stop you.

Be strong, I am with you, going through the same thing too.
our love is a fiction*
carved from my mind
and written in these*

tattered pages

©IGMS
the tale of love that will never be become true
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