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 Feb 2015 Makiah Duncan
Brittani
I have to tell you that I'm joking
So that you won't start to shy away
I can't talk about my feelings
If I want you to stay

The thing is:
This isn't really working
It's almost like you're not even here
I can't keep pretending
I can't keep living my life in fear.
She was tired of pretending.
Pretending to be fine,
Pretending to be happy.
And then one day,
She pretended to win the fight with pretending.
She swings upon her crooked pendulum,
her eyes burning with a scarlet fire.
Her white dress cannot mask what I know to be
her deepest and darkest desire.


*-lf-
A green eyed monster within,
in behaviour satan's akin.
Other's possessions are his attraction,
flies on wings of dissatisfaction.
Hopes more for other's loss than his gain,
can take ugliest of forms without constraint.
 Feb 2015 Makiah Duncan
athena g
if you really think about it,
are you even sad?
all this dark poetry and old melancholy ballads
and red black lines on your wrist,
is that even you?
or are you so preoccupied with being sad that
a moment of joy passes by and you don't even savour it
you make no attempts to grab it and hold on to it
and it just leaves
what must I do to make you believe
that this world may be
a cold, dark place
but there is always one ray of hope
and it flickers
it flickers within you.
- a.g.

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