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 Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó
J Drake
Sometimes your heart needs to be broken
So you can see what's underneath,
To the flicker and flame of your soul
That you've always been destined to meet.

Sometimes your spirit shines brighter
Through the glimmering light of your tears,
And when you arrive at the end of it all
Love will outshine the darkest of years
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AH
What an attempt
At giving human characteristics
To the most inhuman of ideas
What a ghastly attempt
To bring to life words
The author
Just another Victor Frankenstein
Ashamed of yet another nameless creation
Reconciling with the idea
It was never meant to live
All the while the readers exclaim
*IT'S ALIVE
Just a little tribute to Frankenstein since Halloween is upon us.
Wake up like what happened
In a bed next to your friend
Thursday night feeling more like the weekend
But that's old new what's right with today
Waking up with regret like the rent you'll never be able to pay
All because you set out on a journey to make her your bae
I hate that word, the bane of our language
So easily manipulating words to create another's anguish
I thought it was bad enough when random white girls tried to learn Spanish
From all this Reggaeton and fast living and not caring what you're hearing
All I want to do is love, but you all lost that capability and feeling...
The story doesn't end just because it's my last rhyme you got time sit down and let me give you some of mine
Let me tell you what this is really about
Y'all calling people thirsty when there's a drought
I don't understand this assimilation are you seeking it out?
They say just be you, and that's scarcity nowadays
Finding who you are is a **** maze that nobody wants to navigate
Take away
               The air
                             I breathe
                                           Just  Leave
                                                                Me Poetry
Poetry is  important to me like breathing.
We are all porcelain dolls,
Living in doll houses.
So don't be alarmed if you end up with a few scratches,
Or a few cracks,
Because it is impossible to remain intact,
Through it all.
I am being dragged down
By these feelings
That feel like cinder blocks
Tied to my ankles.
 Oct 2013 Luisa bernabó
Nathan P
As daylight is consumed by darkness I find a path lay before me.
Signs cover the entrance saying "DANGER, CAUTION, CONSTRUCTION"...
However one sign catches my attention the most, "joy"
Starting on the path I find it covered with rocks, sticks, vines, dust, and cracks.
Aside from the broken path there is yet one solid line.
No matter how hard I try I fail to keep my balance.
Tumbling on cracks, falling down every now and then.
Desperate for a lifeline I use all my strength to get up.
Starting to scar..bruises now covering my body.
A small but bright light shines a few steps in front of me.
Only tumbling a little I reach the light.
There I find you waiting for me as if the path was planned.
Sudden faith strikes me as I get up and hold you.
Continuing the path I notice it is different than before.
The crack and bumps I keep falling upon suddenly fades away.
Almost a full solid path appears with little cracks in it.
With you I can take the little hurtful parts in this path.
Through thick and thin I still need you. Forever.
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