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 Aug 2015 Not A Person
Jasmin
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
I have already found my soul but I didn't hold it tight
so it slipped through my hands, followed the wind bound
to your whereabouts and now it's lost and I'm so scared.
You seem to be a magnet but there are a lot of interference.
Sometimes you flip and we tend to repel.
W a i t !

The best of me
  is yet to come
  or maybe,
  just maybe
  it's hidden under these
  g a r m e n t s

        *or

        six
        feet


  under the ground.
And if I'm bound to be forgotten then I'd rather stop making memories than wait for nothing. Then, I'd pull the trigger. Maybe. Not yet tonight. So, I think I'd still wait because the best is yet to come.
 Aug 2015 Not A Person
Emily Anne
You always said don't worry so much
So I told you I would try
You always said be happy
So I tried my best to not cry

You always said get enough sleep
So I fell asleep in the blink of an eye
You always said enjoy the little things
So I stayed up to watch the sky

And when you said you'd always be there
that's when I knew it was all a lie
a caged bird
that's never found
its voice
let alone
flapped its wings.
we go from day to day
half expecting
things to change
by some miracle of...luck
but in the end
one day, always
like the next
call that life
no,
an early death.
 Aug 2015 Not A Person
Affixation
After I'm gone, what will you remember?
My accomplishments, deeds?
Or will it be the singular moments?
The ones we shared before it all came crashing down.
After I'm gone, what will you remember?
Will it by the wrongs I've done?
Or the rights I've committed.

— The End —