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 Jul 2014 marïama
Samara Metz
Pain
 Jul 2014 marïama
Samara Metz
Pain, so demanding.
Always needing to be felt.

Why?
Why can't I just be alone,
without the pain,
without the agony.

You can pull out that razor,
slice all you want.
You're still gonna feel the pain.
You're still gonna feel the hurt.

I'm stronger than that pain.
Better than that pain.

But that is a lie.
Because pain, pain will always be felt.
-s.m
 Jul 2014 marïama
smarak93
i wonder if the curtains talk about what we do behind their backs..
i wonder if the pillow covers complain about the  tear stains we leave on them..
i wonder if the bed feels the emptiness like i do..
i wonder if our closets are strong enough to hold our skeletons..
i wonder if the door creaks our darkest secrets out..
or do the paintings gossip about our fights..
is the dust which remains.. is all thats left of us..
is our bedroom the aftermath of what we once were...
 Jun 2014 marïama
Kobbie Cotssy
I write to you because  I want to,
I write to you because am filled with much to express,
I write to you with my soul,
I write to you with my heart,
I write to you with a mind that’s rational, so that my words are  not mistaken for emotions only,
I write to you, with every inch and bit of me,
I write to you, you alone that I think of,
I write to you, the one who confuses me, but I in Return  like the confusion u stir up in me,
I write to you, who makes everything crystal clear in a blurry world,
I write to you, you who makes me move mountains,
Mountains that can only b moved in my mind,
I write to you, to you I write this words, words that tell the intensity of what I feel,
I write to you, to you that gave me the world,
A cliche it sounds,
My tears  I have cried,
My tears wiped by you,
So to you I write, I write for you to read,
For you to feel,
For you I Write.
I find peace
I find solace
I find comfort
In the arms
Of a cold, icy night.
My face unfolding the crease
That it wears all day long
But cringing underneath
At the thought of sticks and stones
Ringing like a disturbing song.
I find love
In the whispers of the wind.
I find desire
In the darkness of the sky.
The eerie silence
It brings me hope.
I day dream
In the darkest hours
Right before dawn,
Because I know not
What deep sleep means anymore.
I see colours
I see red I see blue
I see black I see truth.
When the moon comes out
And stars, they flicker
Being surrounded by fallen angels
Sending out dreamy gazes
Giving me more might
Than the brightest summer day will ever.
Within myself I shout
I let out my unrest inside, alone.
I don't just love the night,
I connect with it.
I have no inhibitions
The night makes life worth living.
 Jun 2014 marïama
Deneka Raquel
I manage my time better than I manage my emotions.
Proceed with caution, there might be an explosion,
Like I'm made of vapors of Flammable and Combustible Liquids.
They say the longest rope has an end.
But do not tempt me with rope,
Because if it gets too hard,
I. Might. Just. Use. It.

© Deneka Thomas . All rights reserved
 Jun 2014 marïama
Jeremy Bean
Love is nothing new to me
in fact it's getting old
the more I play this hide and seek
the further apart we grow
As Cupids face starts to decay
to a pale shade of grey
getting weaker with his aim
For his arrow to mark my way.
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