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 Nov 2014 liz
Jey
Just stop.
 Nov 2014 liz
Jey
Jen, stop being so clingy.
People will leave eventually.
 Nov 2014 liz
andrea hundt
when you hear your alarm go off the first time,
and then the second time,
and the third you finally open your eyes to
find yourself surrounded by the same four walls as yesterday -
it's okay if you press snooze again.
it's okay to go back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you're putting on your mascara,
and then your eyeliner,
and all the other crap that makes you feel pretty -
it's okay if you cry it all off.
it's okay to go back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you're putting on your favourite jeans,
and your comfy sweater,
and they just don't fit the same as they used to
because you're not the same as you once were -
it's okay to try something different.
it's also okay to just go back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you're walking down the hallway to your first class,
and then your second one and it's all just as dreadful,
and you can't concentrate on anything other than
just picking up one foot after the other, just getting there -
it's okay to just be present physically for today, if that's all you can manage.
but maybe, it would be okay if you just went back to bed today.

but you don't.

when you get home and your mom calls you for dinner,
once, twice, and three times,
but you're just not hungry and you're not sure you can
keep up the stone face you've been wearing all day -
it's okay to ask her to save some for you to have later.
just go back to bed, just give yourself some room to breathe.

but  you don't.

every day, you fight the same battle.
and if it feels like you're not making any progress,
just remember that you didn't go back to bed -
and you could have -

**but you didn't.
 Nov 2014 liz
Anna Elguera
Social anxiety is a crippling cuff
that restrains you to the solitude of your mattress

Fetal position ready for
the red little monster
whispering inbetween your thoughts
"youre worthless"
          ......
"they hate you"
because your mind has brushed upon
a poison bush
oozing self doubt and fear

& you know you can fight it
but your day has left you weak;
Unwilling to stand up.
Besides, the tissue surrounding your brain isnt a surface you can easily scratch..

Instant relief is not to be expected...
so, bear the irritation we must
till the light decides to bring with it a calm
The sun is an effective locksmith.
 Nov 2014 liz
Lahela
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 Nov 2014 liz
Lahela
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I want to lay out my words in a way that is new to you,
So that you may exhale as if you've inhaled my words and held it in.
 Nov 2014 liz
ChinHooi Ng
Small town
 Nov 2014 liz
ChinHooi Ng
Small town,

starry night,

the playback of old times on vinyl,

small town had our dreams,

osiers standing silently,

along the causeway,

seeing shadows of  days gone by,

against the wind,

memories of  the small town,

bright and luminous like pearls,

small town has changed,

dreamers no longer dreaming,

laughter and tears demised,

and became our own treasures,

walking in this city,

you can go back to a lot of places,

but you can’t ever go back,

to the days of yore,

of the small town.
 Nov 2014 liz
psyche
The Replica
 Nov 2014 liz
psyche
I looked at her
As she glances at me
Those crystal beans
On her eyes were falling.

I saw the sadness
She’s been hiding inside
The pain she’s been carrying
On that cold dark night.

She then smiled at me
Telling me she was fine
I smiled back at her
I wish I could help.

She started the conversation
Though no words came out
I, then understood
It really hurts.

No one could ever understand
No one…
No one could ever care
No one..

I felt the pain
I wiped her tears
On that cold dark night
I only have my replica.
 Nov 2014 liz
Piper Wilde
Oblivion
 Nov 2014 liz
Piper Wilde
My heart is beating
But I am not alive.
Yet with blood flowing through my veins
I cannot claim the sweet victory of death.
Rather, the meaningless days consume me
Passing by so easily as I whither away.
They laugh and grin as time wastes them.
But I find it leaves a bitter taste on my lips,
That causes me to sometimes wonder
If I am doomed to die with my last breath,
Leaving behind legends of nothingness,
And no one to remember my name.
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