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Jesica Feb 2016
Fervently she hoped for the best,
Her confused mind,
Becoming even more so.
Life turns tough,
As a new day brings a new obstacle.
But she will live,
She has to.
A day will come when she is strong,
Strong enough to face the ever changing world.
Jesica Feb 2016
We grew up
Amongst lovely people
Having great friends
Playing amazing games.
But slowly reality caught up with us,
Friends turned traitors,
People around us were selfish,
Games were played with our lives.
The virtual world faded
And its actual face was revealed.
We struggled to live on
And that's how we grew apart.
Jesica Feb 2016
And here I was thinking my life got better, when it took a sharp turn for the worse.
I live in a world where people care about themselves and show others that they care for them. I live in a world were humanity is not even a word for many let alone practicing it. Here injustice flourishes and justice is looked down upon. Every cry for help goes unnoticed. Thousands don't have a family and here I have friends who sneak out of the house with their boyfriends. It leads me to think if I can go on living this life, should  I end it? Or should I change myself to suit this world.
Jesica Jan 2016
Cute innocent eyes look up,
She hugs him to her chest.
And swears to protect him.
The night scares her,
But the baby's noises
Keeps her on the move.
The sun comes up.
But she knows they are far from safe.
Danger looms around them and she has to get away.
Jesica Jan 2016
And she did it again!
The medal glowed around her neck,
Her face was lit up like
A hundred candles burning together.

In the corner of the same room.
He smiled,
His sacrifice had been fruitful.
The girl had lived to become a doctor.

Her mind was filled with gratitude,
For the unknown who had saved her life,

He leaves the room,
Hoping that the truth will never be unveiled.
And thus his sacrifice will be hidden from the world.
Jesica Jan 2016
I recognize him from far,
His demeanor pulls me back to him,
He is gazing at the flowers.
He looks up,
But, then looks away,
Broken, my voice tries to stop him,
He walks away,
Taking my heart along,
But leaving me in shambles.
  Dec 2015 Jesica
Tansy Roake
The ones who trip,

On the path they choose,

Are the ones who are blind,

To those walking beside them.


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