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 Mar 2014 Nadia Hasan
Jeremy Bean
I didn't find you most beautiful
after all those hours you spent
on your makeup
or shaping your lovely hair
into its tiny strands.
or the outfits you wore
that hugged your frame
so eager to catch a hungry eye
I found you most beautiful
after the makeup
was smeared or washed away
your hair a mess from the long night
and your outfits nothing but balled up fabric
strewn across the room
and all those barriers you put up
for others
came crashing down
under the weight of your smile
thats when you were the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen.
 Mar 2014 Nadia Hasan
Brook Lynne
It started out good, It started out sweet,
your hug, your hand, your warm embrace,
your eyes looking into mine, I saw kindness and warmth in your eyes
and I stupidly mistake it for love,
I honestly thought we'd last, I thought you were "the one".
But really I was wrong
You used me for a friend
I wish I could have seen through the lies
I wish I could have saw what was really in your eyes
the love in their wasn't for me, just the girl who was always next to me
when you'd smile or take my hand,
was it her you saw?
was it her you pretended to hug and hold?
Was it her you dated me to forget?
Does it matter that I am dying inside?
Does it matter that I actually loved you, that I always will?
Does it matter that I stay up and cry for you?
I stay up night after night thinking why wasn't I good enough for you?
What did I do wrong?
I wonder I cant mean something to you, why I didn't matter.
I wonder why didn't I see you for real, that you didn't care, that you never will?
I really do love you, and I know it may be hard to believe since I just let you leave
but how can I hold on to someone who doesn't care...who loves my friend and not me...?
This is actually something from the heart and happened to me. These are my personal thoughts so please don't hate on it.
I wonder how you are..
If I tried to talk to you
would you respond?
Glare at me with those
perfectly frigid eyes?
I'm told to give you time..
You're "probably still upset".
I'm sorry for being
the cause.
© M.S.
 Mar 2014 Nadia Hasan
ASB
failures
 Mar 2014 Nadia Hasan
ASB
I've added 'getting over you'
to my long list
of inevitable failures
and of all the things
I couldn't do
(like play basketball
or drive a car),
my inability
to not-love you
still haunts me
when I've forgiven
all
the rest.
 Mar 2014 Nadia Hasan
Mike Hauser
Have you ever woken up startled
In the middle of the night

                   With the thought that your muse has left you
                   And cruelly turned out the lights

Leaving you afraid that in the morning
You'll wake up with no more rhyme

                    More often than not
                    These thoughts enter my head

Although I have often heard
Somethings are better left unsaid

                    I believe these thoughts I have
                    Would be better off dead

And these words that I now speak
Are they my muse or mine

                    And if the lights were turned off
                    Would that be that big a crime

When my muse tries to venture out
I believe the next time

                    I'll grab a hold, tie her up
                   And be the one to feed her the lines
 Mar 2014 Nadia Hasan
Andrea
There once was a girl who
Had an insecurity complex
The size  



                          Of the Grand Canyon


She lived with these feelings
         And feigned confidence when she could
But sometimes
                          Well sometimes
                                                      She just couldn't
Sometimes she couldn't stop the thoughts

That everything was her fault

That she could've done something more

That she could fix the world

Which sometimes made it all worse
The dates are rolling over
Just as the pages in a novel-
A novel of my life
And I am folded into the spine
With you
And him
And her
And even the willow tree from my days as a child
Stuck inside a book
Kept far away from the world outside
The world which howls and leaves a ringing in my ears-
A taunting that makes me ache-
Fractures my fragile bones
And drives shivers that even my finger tips recall each time the moon cycles in the deep blues of night

I hide away
Secrets-
Fears kept in bundles-
Racing in figure eights in my never resting brain
As much as I inch my extremities out-
As much as I struggle for a forward motion
I am held
Here inside of the pages of a novel
Inside the creases of its spine
Where I lay my trembling mind

It is here you can find the things that I could never let pass my lips
When I have lost all of my breathe
And the trembling has finished digesting my mind

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
May revise at a later time. Hmmmmm.
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