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 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Jamilla
Who?
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Jamilla
I stopped being me long time ago
I can't even remember who that was now
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Jaxey
I don't want you to fill up the empty parts of me
I don't want you to carry my weight and let me cry on your shoulder
I don't want you to pick up my broken pieces
And glue them back together for me
No
I will buy my own glue when I have enough money
I will hold my broken pieces and get them back together somehow
I will learn how to balance on my own two feet and soak my own shirt will my tears
I don't want you to fix the light that has burnt out inside of me
I want to learn to light up my own world
And then I want you
Because together we could light it on fire
Lets burn this **** to the ground and then get out of here
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Jaxey
She
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Jaxey
She
She
She was everything
She was cool nights and sweaters
Mint leaves and tea
She was the softest shade of a morning flower
And when she laughed
The leaves shuddered against the simple chime
Her long soft hair was the color of maple pancakes and coffee in the morning
And also smelled like so
The wind would twirl it around its fingers
And sing against her peach skin
Her lashes, so long, would shine against the stars
And when she looked down
They seemed to reach to her toes
Lady bugs would crawl along the soft hairs and daze off into sleep
She never seemed to mind
Her full pink lips
Were soft and pure
Her tongue never spoke a trick
Even though she could
Her smile could freeze the entire world
And turn it to winter in a second
Though she preferred the flowers
Her eyes were so big with wonder
They were the color of water and sky
And seemed to flow like a running stream
Her body was so light and delicate
That the trees held her against their branches
Afraid that if they let go she would evaporate like the dew on a cherry blossom
She was so beautiful and pure that she seemed too good to be true
She could cure the world’s problems with a single sentence
And turn hate into a blissful state
She was everything
She was the crisp air on an April morning
The soft fuzz on a lavender stem
She was lace bras and chapped lips
And she was a sight to see
I'm not a lesbian i swear lol
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Pyrrha
My Muse
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Pyrrha
She closes her eyes
As she closes her heart
To the possibility of love
She cowers

Every time she blinks
She tries to hide from the world of love
She lingers
With her eyelids closed

She fears that when they open
She will find someone worth staring
Little does she know that wont work
Her eyes aren’t meant to stay closed forever
My best friend is my biggest inspiration
I don't talk
about you anymore
like I used to

Before,
I would speak of you
to anyone and everyone in my life,
sharing pieces of you with others
so much that people started wondering
if there was something between us.
It was never intentional
but rather an involuntary response
to the pull of gravity I felt towards you.

I used to like the way
your name sounded in my tongue
I used to practice uttering it
and whispering nothingness into your ears.

I used to say your name
like it was sacred

but now it has become taboo
to even think of your name
Every time it comes up in my mind
I have to hit the mental brakes,
I no longer mention you
to anyone else
it's like you do not even exist,
never did -
you are just the ghost of a name
that resides somewhere in my head,
collecting dust.
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Allyssa
Words
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Allyssa
I can’t find the words.
Sometimes it comes out in a jumble,
Other times,
It’s all so quiet.
Help me make sense of the words that seem to fall out of my mouth.
I just need a little help.
Words
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Sarah Isma
I've always loved adele,
her music, the tones and melodies,
the way the words in her lyrics work so well,
I was fifteen,
she was my soul,
until my family sat silent in the car,
and a tear goes down my mother's cheek,
and my father's hands gripped the steering wheel,
that's when adele came on,
and how fire was set to the rain,
i had never really understood the pain,
but i know one thing,
adele was singing about going away,
and my mother had her ticket ready for the next plane,
and in that moment i realized,
love, no matter in marriage,
love is just such a foolish game.
-i promised myself i won't let it blind me,
and for i will never be truly the same.
"But there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say
They were never true, never true
And the games you play
You would always win, always win" -set fire to the rain, adele
this much i knew how my parents are burning and how it left scars on all of us, and not just them.
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Sarah Isma
i would like to thank my parents,
for raising the best liar,
for teaching me to not give in to my desires,
for showing me that this world is an open fire,
that i am just walking through the shooting grounds,
that i am just trying to make it past the bounds,
that for some reason i showed you my accomplishments,
but in the end you ask if that’s ever going to be enough
they say strict parents raise the best liars, and for once i realize that it’s true. It’s become a thing, a sort of addiction, that lies easily flow through, and deceit seems to be my best personality. I’ll change, i’ll try, and i hope someday i’m able to tell them the little truth hidden behind this huge lie.
 Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Sarah Isma
I’ve now grown and I turned out alright
But one day I came to realize
That this was not a smooth flight
And the scary things that I saw
Is the reason why I held on to my seat so tight
Now here are the few things
That made me hate this horrible, terrible ride
        The fact once you realize
that your parents are sometimes never right.
To see that they are flawed beings, with broken wings and ****** mistakes.
To realize the truths and the smiles they fake,
Growing up to see only the image portrayed- was only for your sake.
They hide the tears and shower us with laughters
They told us joyful stories and happily ever afters,
But just as soon as i grow
Only now that I understand they were telling their own dreams,
        That had slipped right out their fingers
So ask me what’s the saddest part growing up?
To see the hollow sadness from the two people,
who once i thought was happiest.
i never really knew how much things could effect parents, the slightest action i could now see their subtle response- i understand now. Its just the fire in them burning out, only dim enough for them to keep me going- so i don't burn out too.
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