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 Sep 2013 Lewis
Sarah Savannah
"Help," she tries
but her tears drown the sound
of a little girl so desperately bound
by the things this world will never know
her smile and laugh is all she'll show.

Look past it then, and you'll see the pain,
of a little girl trying in vain.
Won't anyone see? Won't they care?
Will anyone even try to dare?

"Help," she starts...but quiets down...
for she is lost...and they are found.
 Sep 2013 Lewis
Sarah Savannah
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 Sep 2013 Lewis
Sarah Savannah
weary, dreary
desperate clearly
calling out to one so dearly

running low,
no place to go,
happiness a woe

deep emotion,
big commotion,
hidden deeply in her ocean

calling out,
her spirits shout,
with feelings all about

rain is coming,
stop your running,
wait for someone who is loving.
 Sep 2013 Lewis
Sarah Savannah
Quiet thoughts fill my head.
slowly, silently tears I shed.
Alone, with only myself as friend.
A broken heart i need to mend.

Left sitting...left thinking...
If silence is water, I am sinking.
 Sep 2013 Lewis
Sarah Savannah
The dark is calling,
it's drawing you in.
Don't keep stalling,
let temptation sink in.

You can't run and hide,
from all the things you won't confide.
So step over and cross the line,
and leave all the ***** behind.

This is now the end for you,
as it was for me,
but this is nothing new,
for this is how it'll always be.

The dark is calling...
it has drawn you in...
no more stalling...
temptation has sunk in....

the end.
the dead.
 Sep 2013 Lewis
Christine
Anxiety
 Sep 2013 Lewis
Christine
Anxiety is the colour red like the stinging remnants of my tears that have passed,

Anxiety tastes like black coffee at three am,

Anxiety smells like a drip of my nosebleed that just wont fade,

Anxiety sounds like the constant pounding in my pluse,

Anxiety feels like the lump in my throat from the starchy medication,

Anxiety is my hidden enemy.
 Sep 2013 Lewis
N T
With fingers holding the tail end of a cigarette (or the head end)
I wonder how my Daddy feels, when he imagines killing people who are different to him
cigarette companies make cigarettes
and he generates poison, and ejects it with his words.
His poison existed in my blood and in my soul for years
Mecca, Baghdad, colour, allah; the person, the religion.
I hated them all, with the power that Daddy hates cigarettes and of course the others
What gives him the right to hate all of those things, and tell me what I should and shouldn't hate.
I lift the cigarette up to my mouth and enjoy the thought of my bubble wrap lungs popping
I cough and it's rubbing it in my Daddy's face
While you're scheming dropping bombs, and becoming what you hate
I'm dying, slowly and laughing at the morbid thought
that while your hate won't **** anyone; your crippled manhood.
My hate for you is killing me
inhale, exhale.
I was walking;
Then, I ran.
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