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Beeha Dec 2014
the truth that you speak,
over within thy reach,
sounds easy like a preach,
but tougher to wreak.
sonnet
Beeha Dec 2014
tell me why should one lie,
when the answers is clear,
why hold it on dear?
snug tight till thy die.

for i now care less,
if that's what thy think best.
sonnet couplet
Beeha Dec 2014
cry
Thou hear my silent scream,
deep within my ratchet soul,
unable to swallow torment whole,
only just a smoky steam.

strong you may sight,
within there is fright.
Beeha Dec 2014
time is running fast,
my sanity soon shall fade.
worry don't you be,
for I shall endure the pain,
- hidden from within me.
Beeha Dec 2014
souls always come and go,
and thy should have already know.

sorrow not for the one's away,
as new one comes to stay.

never too joy for the new souls,
for thy not know what the future holds.
  Dec 2014 Beeha
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
Beeha Dec 2014
one said "i feel you",
but never do understood,
and never will be,
for the ones who truly did,
are the ones that endure it.
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