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 Oct 2015 molly
L
12w
 Oct 2015 molly
L
12w
It's no fun kissing a snake
They're all tongue
and no *bite
for you

**
Leigh
 Oct 2015 molly
Marie Poindexter
A shadow sat beside me
He grinned and tipped his hat
I asked him,  "May I help you sir?"
He said,  "Hon,  you'll do more than that."

He said " I am your biggest failing,  
As well as your loyal crutch.  
I'm the demon that your plagued  by,
I'm the result of Satan's touch."  

His grin was filled with malice
Shadows wrapped around my arms
The darkness has descended fast
As he dangled comforts charm

I'm no longer my own person
Regardless of how I fought
The shadow is all through me
And controls my every thought
I wrote this poem about how I view my anxiety
 Oct 2015 molly
Meghan Marie
I've always been told
that I have matured rather fast.
Some think I'm an adult
confined into a younger body.

Once,
I was innocent.
Sparkling blue eyes
and a vast smile
with crooked teeth.

Once,
I was happy.
I haven't felt happiness since
the age of 10
and now i search for it
in this somber room.
But the room is boarded up
and i can't pry the boards free.

This darkness has captured me
and engulfed me.
I can not find my way out.

The darkness began when
he decided to take away the innocence
and bright blue eyes.
I am not the same.
I lost that little girl,
she passed away a long time ago
and her funeral was the saddest of all.
 Oct 2015 molly
Z
9:41 AM.
 Oct 2015 molly
Z
Adventure is available, for if it is not, create.
Great mood, I hope everyone has a lovely day.
My shoes as I lean
unlacing them
stand out upon
flat worsted flowers
under my feet.
Nimbly the shadows
of my fingers play
unlacing
over shoes and flowers.
 Oct 2015 molly
Wanderer
Blue
 Oct 2015 molly
Wanderer
Twisted sheets, mind on stutter
Unable to sort through this midnight clutter
Put it away for tomorrow
But what to do with my gnawing sorrow?
I circle soft blue on color book pages
Hoping the repetition eventually assuages
The raw edged reality of lonely dark hours
Filling the void with Crayola flowers
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