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  Apr 2014 Marie Christine
Becca
I remember all too well
The moment that my heart first fell
The never-ending moment your lips first met mine.
The moment 'I love you' left your lips the first time.

I remember the sound of my heart first breaking.
I remember the day I threw away your name.
I remember how hard I cried.
I remember the day I died.

I remember the fights and the sadness...
How quickly my world descended into madness.
I remember you leaving me,
Or did I leave you?
You were already gone.

I remember walking away.
Knowing it was far more difficult to stay.
I remember having to remember to breathe.
The littlest things would bring me to my knees.

I remember thinking I was broken.
That your leaving had left me frozen.

Then I remember picking myself back up.
Forcing myself to go through the motions.
But feeling each day a little less hopeless.

You hadn't broken me.
I might love again possibly.
But most importantly?
I was happy again finally.

And I was happiest with me.
Dear society,

I have no "thigh gap"
nor any desire to wear makeup,
but I am still as beautiful
as the cover model on the
Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.

Make sure to include me in the next issue.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer
  Apr 2014 Marie Christine
Emma
The taste of regret
Fills my mouth
As your name and face
Pop into my head

Because I don't know why
I ever thought
You could be different
Or you could be
Good for me.

-e.w.
Marie Christine Apr 2014
I like being alone
I hate being lonely

I like being quiet
I hate to not be heard

I like being a wallflower
I hate not being seen

I like being alive
But god, oh god
I hate this life
My thoughts. Opinions would be great! Editing suggestions are welcomed too!
  Apr 2014 Marie Christine
Mohd Arshad
War
The child was seen
Sitting on a grave
With fingers writing

Father
Who cares for the dead
Who hears the voice you have left

Spring is in our garden
But blood is at the door

Father
They would join you soon
And then thousands

Spring will knock again
Alas! They will be absent
  Apr 2014 Marie Christine
Poetic T
we are universe unto are
self's for we are made of
the stars, we are atoms,
molecules each orbiting
different things.

When we collide we create
another a new universe
is born from the star dust
of both and through time
it will grow.

Are universe ages, super nova's
explode as parts of the universal
body shuts down. Like all things a
universe too must come to an
end.

But a new one carries on, part
of the old universe does live on,
but now it has past on. all its suns
now dead extinguished, but remembered
not forgotten as each will be reborn
in the next generation of new star
dust and suns.
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