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 Sep 2014 Micaiah
Beaux
Poetry
 Sep 2014 Micaiah
Beaux
Poetry
No other word is needed
Poetry is life
Poetry is love
Poetry is peace
Poetry is family
Poetry
No other word is needed
Poetry is death
Poetry is hate
Poetry is war
Poetry is pain
Poetry
No other word is needed
Poetry
 Sep 2014 Micaiah
Layla Thurman
I was a disaster
Just waiting to happen
Self destructive
lacking morals
My poetry was an
Unwritten suicide
I held smoke in my lungs
And alcohol in my liver
16 and bullet proof
Me against the world

*what a fool I was
 Sep 2014 Micaiah
May
How Many?
 Sep 2014 Micaiah
May
Here, take a drag,
  one hit won't **** you.
but it will burn your eyes and throat.
The horrid taste make makes me gag,
I guess I'll take another drag
       blow out the smoke.
  One hit won't **** me,
What about two or twenty?
   burning my lungs
       shortening my breathing
thousand of drags later
I'll hit the floor
Screaming
ONE DRAG WONT **** ME!
THEN HOW MANY WILL?
There are easier ways to die.
I am made of different things,
That is why everyone believes,
I have no soul,
No feelings.

that it doesn't hurt,
When I know I'm the one,
That keeps lovers apart,
Keeps the right from the wrong.

They think it doesn't hurt,
When people punch me in frustration.
They don't make a dent,
But they do to my heart.

I might be what keeps people safe,
But the glares shot at me,
Are filled with hatred and anger,
But all I do is be me,
It's my job.

People overlook me. 
But when they do,
It's as a problem.
They think I'm not real,
That I don't feel.

I would cry if I could,
Get rid of myself,
So people would be happy,
And not hate me.

I lock people,
Block the outside from the in.
Hurt people,
Without me knowing.

I am something,
People wish a away.
I wish I could disappear,
Making smiles reappear. 

Everyone hates me,
Detest my infinite width,
Loathe my secure body,
But I can't help it.

I'm just  a wall.
I can't help it.
 Sep 2014 Micaiah
Brittani
Maybe I'll wake up happy if I go to bed
Instead of sitting here overthinking everything you've ever said
Maraming panahon ang lumipas
wala paring pag babago
tama na wag na maging tanga
mga taong gahaman sa kaban ng bayan
wakasan na ...

anung silbi ng edukasyon
kung may mga taong hinahayaang
mamuno at nag sisilbi lmang
konsomisyon.
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