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 Mar 2013 nicola
DeeDeeK
Alone with her thoughts, those dangerous things
jagged and jumbled with uncertain edges
finding out how deeply words can cut
unintentionally

bruised emotions, tender feelings ******* in heartstrings
for a man with no need of packages
only wanting to trust with him all those thoughts

he doesn't want more thoughts, he only needs to be held,
cradled, safely rocked away from messy
entanglements

cutting her with shards of dismissal
 Mar 2013 nicola
Me
Cutting through my chest
With the force of a steel fist
Your absence now pounds in my brain.

And as present as ever
The feeling is burning:
A stain in the white rag.
 Mar 2013 nicola
Sara Ackermann
Quick, fast, sharp, and pure
Welling, swelling, flowing red
dark and lovely
crimson deep
the kiss of a dying rose.

The silent weeping of a wilting flower
bringing the final snap
that ends a life.

Dark secrets must not be told,
else utter madness descend.

Unpredictable, lonely,
thrown in on one's self.
Pointless fear, insane...
alive?
Or already consumed by anger.

A dark abyss, forever empty,
where love is lost, confused.
It cannot be found, yet cannot die...

Fading from memory.
 Mar 2013 nicola
Jessica Cain
we reach for the cuboards,
we  pull on the fridge,
we twist a cap or two... pop a pill or three.
we're all in need of an escape.
she reached for the cuboards,
she pulled on the fridge,
she popped that pill.
there is no escape.
she turned to a mirror...
does she like what she sees?
so bleak.
she rubs her mascara into her cheeks
as a desperate attempt to hide her tears.
her fears swell.
her dreams shrink.
she thinks,
will i ever be liberated?
Your promise means nothing to me
You say one thing and do another
So sick and tired of it all
Tired of excuses you won't admit to own
I see the blood that lays on your wrists
Traveled down to your stomach
Cutting yourself thin
Why do you bury yourself under this disguise ?
I have tried countless times to help you
But the waves come so close
Only you will know
I have observed you in some many states
If you find your mind then give me a call
I can't be responsible for your death
This ailing skeletal body that you call your own
It don’t belong to you
It’s the man in the moon
Flying high in the same clothes
I won't approach you when you hold that spoon
The space where your smile use to be
Blackened rotted teeth without a smile

— The End —