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 Mar 2015 jay may
Raven M Coulter
You never realize how fast something can change,
And in a split second
Your whole world goes up in flames
It burns every bridge you built on your own
Then all you have is third degree scortch marks
When it's all said and done you just set everything you worked for
Ablaze,

You caused your own down fall
All due to some arbitrary mistake
As hard as you try to smother the fire
Soon enough it engulfs you
You're traped with no where to go,
No emergency escape,
So how do you survive?
How do you breathe through the smoke?
You don't,
You adapt and deal, accepting your fate,
Accepting that you might die,
That you'll be reduced to ashes.

But it's the hope that the conflagration dies out first.
It's the natural desire to want to make yourself survive.
After all the hard work you put into building what you have,
It wasn't for nothing,
Just give yourself a fighting chance,
Become your own savior.
Create a phoenix inside you and rise from your demise.
Rebuild what you lost in the holocaust,
Make your mistake your new paradise.

Most importantly,
Don't ever forget that life doesn't give you anything,
You have to work for it and take what your given,
Remember that you aren't given anything that you weren't meant
to handle
 Mar 2015 jay may
Corlotta Murry
Living in this home is like being a blue bird trapped in a cage.
Surrounded by restrictions in every direction,
always yearning to spread your wings.  
Your inner spirit endlessly begging to be as free
as the wind breezing above every sea.

Living in this home is like living in the deepest, darkest misery.  
Constantly consumed by sadness and depression.  
Everyday a little more slider like a venomous snake into your soul;  
extinguishing your burning flame of happiness and joy.  

Leaving your heart freezing cold,
and a chill is now within your soul.

After living in this home,
you lose all sight of any brighter days to come.  
With every passing moment a bitterly salty tear trickles down your cheek, descending into a puddle of lost hopes and dreams.

After living in this home,
you realize you do not have to die to know what death is like.
Written By: Corlotta Murry Thursday July 22, 2010 @ 6:11p.m.
 Mar 2015 jay may
Sea Side Storm
Fealing like a trapped animal, wanting to flee.
Trying to escape but there's no release.
Finally get out, thinking im free then I'm trapped again.
It was just false hope, a cruel joke.
Letting me go just to find a leash around my throat.
I was cought but my soul left with the breeze.
All hope gone, never to leave.
 Mar 2015 jay may
Lahela
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 Mar 2015 jay may
Lahela
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I feel like I am losing you.

Perhaps you've taken another form of yourself,
Or you have always been this way...

And if you have, I painfully regret not noticing it before.
Unless I did see this, but I ignored the truths in your past's pattern.

Either way, I feel like I am losing you.
And I cannot do anything but
Watch.
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