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 Jan 2018 jess
Elyse Hyland
If I were a food
I suppose I'd be bitter sweet,
an outside of barley sugar,
an inside of rotting meat.
I pretend I am the sun,
playful, bright, and new,
by the nights end I'm done,
my skin a deathly hue.
I'll wither in the orchard
like those jewel bright fruits,
cut the tree, dig it up,
I'm dead to the root.
 Jan 2018 jess
Tasyong Batsi
empty
 Jan 2018 jess
Tasyong Batsi
Hot Dark Mocha with Hazelnut
I wanted to say something but I forgot
I’ve done all my papers but wasn’t satisfied
Don’t look for me now; from myself I want to hide

Reviewed some of my notes
Sudden thought of sinking boats
Check the time, it is half after nine
Why does this coffee taste like a wine?

Recounting my pens, they’re seventeen
I drew a line, but it was so thin
An old friend came in, I said hi
After some while I also said goodbye

Been sitting for an hour, it’s already cold
What do you think will I be when I’m old?
Took the last sip
Caffeine makes me want to sleep

Seven feet away is a bin, it’s empty
Wow, an analogy of me
Empty and trash
Save me now; rush, hush… crash
There are times that we suffer inspirational drought. We feel low. Sometimes we actually feel nothing.
 Jan 2018 jess
KJ
familial love
 Jan 2018 jess
KJ
My brain is a muddled up mess
I am surrounded by family
But they are all strangers

Perhaps I am the stranger
The stranger they poke and **** at
Just to see how much she can bleed

How much can she take
Before she turns into a wreck
Slumped on the floor

Scathing words and half truths
Slam into me, worm their way into my mind
Killing me slowly, from the inside out

I can feel the tears
Pushing against my eyes
Wishing to be set free

Maybe I should set them free
And let them drown everyone
Everyone who has ever harmed me

If I open the floodgates
Maybe you all
Can crash and burn with me

— The End —