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 Jan 2015 jory hassan
Tessa Marie
Lately I just want to be alone.
I want to stay hidden from such things that I admire and honestly I feel at peace when I do so.
I'm tired
Tired of trying
Of being the nice girl
Of everyone calling me a sweetheart
Tired of always being the second choice
Of constantly having my life fall apart
Of having no one write me love poems
Tired of having nothing
Of never getting what I want
Of being so lonely
Of never getting what I deserve
Tired of feeling so **** sad
Of never getting the chance to be happy
Of thinking back to that knife
I'm so tired of being tired
I'm just tired of life



I don't wanna be tried
I thought you'd help me finally sleep
Now, my tiredness causes nightmares
And I've given up my chance at my dream
She is back, the voice the feelings
all of her is back, is she here to stay?
Or to make me suffer till she goes away?
why do i keep dealing with human beings?

She must be back for revenge
she must feel worthy to avenge
her emotions, of to hell we go
hopefully my discomfort does not show

Going back to hiding my emotions
thoughts and feelings, the time has come
to go back to being apathetic,
my humanity, should i ignore it?

She always brings out the worst in me
how to beat her at her mind games
that is what needs to be done
time to go think I guess then
what you guys think?
 Dec 2014 jory hassan
Ominous
I’ll make you feel the heat of my blood,
but only when I feel yours
in my tongue.
 Dec 2014 jory hassan
Paulina
My words sweet as honey
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth .
Revenge isn't best served cold- it should be sweet with a hint of poison.
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
They still exist;
Both literally and metaphorically.
Little girls *** trafficked,
Boys slave in sweat shops,
Buissnessman works a 60 hour week.
Everyone's got their own chains.
Some we put on freely,
Some are ****** upon us,
like maturity on an orphaned child
--Some are cut into our wrists.
With every lie,
With every curse,
With every slander,
Pain built up creates inside
these fine little links;
Alone they are weak, but together
UNBREAKABLE
27 million slaves in the world
But that's just an estimate.
When we look inwards
We see so. many. more.
In the history of humanity, slavery has never been as big as it is now. Up to 27 million are inslaved today. But to help these many men, woman, and children, we must free ourselves from our masters. What is the master of your life?
I don’t live in a lie; I live in a version of the truth.
 Dec 2014 jory hassan
Kiara
numb
 Dec 2014 jory hassan
Kiara
I can't cry.
I don't even remember what it feels like to cry.
I miss the feeling of tears running down my face and on to my pillow creating a pool of sadness.
My poems never trend.
I usually never get likes.
Repost is not in my vocabulary.
Having my poems added to collections is a very rare thing.

I don't mind.
My thoughts weren't meant to be read anyways.
I'm not so special.
I only have two followers who I want reading my poetry anyways.

If your poem won't trend.
If no one likes it.
If its not reposted.
If it never graces a collections touch.
Don't feel sad or unwanted.
It just means your thoughts are too perfect for words.
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