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 Jan 2014 Alicia
wonderland sam
She walks the street with a broken heart
Her only clothes ripped and torn apart
Once upon a time she was on top of her game
But soon she was down in the dumps with only herself to blame

So now she begs on the side of the road
People wonder how she reached this desperate mode
Her only home is a dumpster behind a pub
Though occasionally she goes to the pile of trash behind the neighboring club

Her life once was so perfect
But then came a decision she would always regret
It made her heart ache
It was all she could take

The love of her life had left her without a care
He left her for a girl with whom she couldn't compare
So she took off from her loving home
She left all the things she'd known

So every single day
It always stays the same
She walks the streets with a broken heart
Her only clothes ripped and torn apart.
written in the eighth grade so spare me
 Jan 2014 Alicia
MKF
Why are all my flowers dead?
I water them every day.
Feed my sweat and blood to them,
But still they decay.
Why are all my flowers dead?
I'll water them again.
I'll hook an I.V. up to them,
Until they thrive again.
Why are all my flowers dead?
They've decayed just like my heart.
Why are all my flowers dead?
They've been dead from the start.
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Jordan Frances
The speed limit was 50,
And we were climbing 85.
You pushed me to go faster.
We knew we were in too deep,
Demolitions only lasts for so long.
It was too cold to take such risky measures.
We lived fast and loud,
And we never saw this disaster coming on,
Head on.
Freeze, spin, collide, blackout.

You spun me out
And totaled the mechanism of my heart.
Inspired by the weather outside, the negative degrees Fahrenheit reminded me of my ex.
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Jordan Frances
I hear your name
Whispered in shrieks
Written in blood
Spelled out in snakes.

If I step in gum,
See a child cry,
Hear a man berate his wife
For his own personal pleasure
If I see a gunfight,
Wake up coldly sweating and unaware
Hear a siren
Smoke a laced cigarette that makes me sick
Take a rusty nail through my shoe
No, make that ten rusty nails.

These are the little things that remind me each day
Of the merry memory of you.
 Jan 2014 Alicia
michelle reicks
ten words
I simply can't
   escape you
but do I want to?

haiku
you caress my mind
delicately with soft words
    I miss your hands more

10 words
difficult to imagine
your grace and charm
wasted
               on Texas.

haiku
chairs and warm coffee
I sit obsessed with letters
your envelope, brown

10 words
I want you
to move back.
Home- be with me

haiku
I can't really press
you will make your own choices
But I stay hopeful.

10 words
maybe
someday
soon, you
will come back around this direction.

haiku*
confession of mine
I dream of your voice and hands
startled, awaken.


I've said some things
to you, in the past
in that space/time
     continuum that

have whipped me into shape

            why I thought
I could do better than
                               you

I have no idea


but I hope you dance
                    more now

      and I hope you
never lost your sweet
                            smile

Because when I can't
   sleep,      I
throw the blankets off of me,
and I think hard- imagining
a perfect relationship

                      and realize
that perfection does not exist

      but I always
think,
                     "I got pretty
close to perfect
             with you."
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Miah Dearing
Do not be afraid of me.
Do not think that just because I have skin made of diamonds that
I cannot easily break.
You see, I am surrounded by them,
They protect me from the outside,
But my diamond armor cannot block out everything.
Diamonds do not protect my heart;
I can still break, shatter, and be demolished at the slightest of hands.
“Beautiful” they say;
They watch me walking down the street,
but can they not see the scarlet red filling up beneath it?
Can they not see my mascara stained cheeks, and trembling hands?
Or are they mesmerized still by my glittering appearance?
Dazzled that I am so sparkling and vibrant in the sun;
Completely unaware of my cry for help underneath the glistening gem shield.
Do they not know that once I turn off the sun, I will look like a piece of ***** ice?
That once I take off this mask I am just a simple broken girl?

While I have been amazed to see everyone’s lack of attention at how worn I am; I have failed to see how broken everyone around me is.
Once I finally took a step back to examine those around me,
I noticed they were also sounded by their own magnificent gems; going
Through things just like I am.
I found a twenty-nine year old women thinking about
What it was going to be like once her mother left her; she holds back her tears for
The people around her, but once she gets alone she cries herself to sleep.
She is surrounded by agate.
There is a fourteen year old teenager
Scared to death of what she might be.
Terrified of herself.
She carves into her skin like paint on a canvas;
All I can think to say to her is
“Let me save you please!”
But she can’t hear me,
I can’t get the words out.
She is surrounded by eudialyte.
All of these people around me
Going through things I could never handle going through myself;
These things happen to the people closest to me every day
But I am too blinded with myself to see it.
When did I become so self-centered?
When did I,
Start caring for myself when I should have been the one to save all these people around me, and their crumbling gemstones?
One day I will write a book about how sorry I am to each of these people;
But even then it will not make everything alright.
So here is my message;
Please whatever you do… don’t stop fighting… never stop.
Fight for all of the people who cannot fight for themselves.
You could save a life some day with that smile.
You never know when you will save someone’s life.
So don’t stop.
Help me save everyone that I have failed, please.
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