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Suddenly,
with one big bang
my world began.
I exploded into consciousness,
nothing less
than a miracle.
Like the sun
I began to shine,
learnt to crawl,to walk to run when
my world begun.
can we talk?
can we talk about how uncomfortable i am, when you put me in the middle of this?
can we talk about how i want to be there for you, but when you tell me there isn’t anything wrong, so  i can’t do anything?
can we talk about how you tell me not to worry, when worry is clearly etched onto your face?
can we talk about how you look at her during the day, or how you dream about her still?
can we talk about the way i want you, i want all of you? i want the pain, i want the hurt. i want you to feel safe in my arms.
can we talk about vulnerability, and how we’re kind of at a stand off?
can we talk about how i  wish that we were open about our past?

or is it just me?
am i hiding, am i making things up?
am i being cynical?
this has happened before.
is there something wrong with me?
i don’t want a pity party, i don’t want drama.
rule number one: no drama.

i don’t want her name to sit in your mind, it sits like a poison that seeps into your eyes and through your blood.
i can physically feel your pain, and there is absolutely nothing i can do about it.
what can i do, to keep this going? it hasn’t even been two months.  i feel threatened. i feel lost. i feel sick. i feel like something is wrong, and i can do nothing about it.

which is why i am staying home this week. i am staying away from you, until i can clear my mind.

i’m so sorry i have to do this for my own sanity. i’m sorry i let it get this confusing to me.


i’m sorry that i throw myself into a tizzy over little things like her.




i’m sorry i don’t know how to tell you all this with my own mouth.






i’m so sorry.
i'm so sorry for my insecurities
 Nov 2013 pieces
Unique Moore
Sometimes I wonder .... where we went wrong...where do we find the missing lyrics to our song...? I met you so quickly....and just as such...You were gone...we still keep in touch...But somehow to me it doesn't seem like much. Deep down I still feel there is something between us could it just be an aesthetic lust? Could I be obsessing over something I should've left in the dust? I hit you up from time to time but it feels like that could never be enough. What do you need from me? Temporary insanity. Pride, ego, fear of rejection all in play. Guess I'm just waiting for the day...When you say... Hey...can we start over?
 Nov 2013 pieces
Ariel Gean
Let me tell you a story
Of a girl not many people knew.
Come, sit down, and listen.
I wouldn't want you to miss this.
Once upon a time,
Because that's how all great stories go,
There was a girl.
Just like you and just like me.
She wasn't a glimmering jewel,
But more like a diamond in the rough.
She was quite and didn't dare to speak a word.
All she ever seem to do was hide
Behind her dark curtain of hair
Where no one else could see her.
No one ever really understood her,
But no one ever got to know her
She was more than just that though.
Not that anyone would ever know
Because then came along the whispers.
Everywhere she walked she could hear them.
She did her best to block them out.
Though, that didn't always work.
After the whispers came the insults.
They were thrown around on a daily basis.
Sometimes they left her speechless.
Sometimes they made her sad.
Sometimes she didn't know
What they made her feel.
She tried, tried, and tried to change herself,
But that just made her tired.
She decided just to put up a wall.
Years after the whispers first started,
She felt herself growing weary.
Tired of trying, and tired of crying.
It seemed like she didn't have the answers to anything.
Her parents started noticing her behavior,
But they didn't know what to do.
How could they know what everyday was like?
Then came the next dreadful day,
The insults, whispers, and stares included
Were harsher compared to the days before.
She walked home alone in the rain that day.
Her cheeks were stained with her tears,
But the tears never did stop ending.
When she got home, she was welcomed with silence
No one was there for her to talk to.
No one was ever there for her to talk to.
She went to her room and made sure the door was locked.
Her decision was made, she was ready to go.
It only took a minute to meet her sweet, dark abyss.
The day after no whispers were found.
Silence was everywhere that day
In the halls, the classroom, and the buses.
Every student was filled with guilt,
Especially when looking at her heart-broken parents.
They didn't think she would go this far.
Moral of the story, since there always is one,
Be kind to all those who you are surrounded by
Because you'll never know who the whispers will go after next.
For all you know it could be you.
And you too will be gone before your time.
This is dedicated to all the people who fell down and couldn't get back up when they had no hope left in them. R.I.P. ♡
 Nov 2013 pieces
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wishes.
 Nov 2013 pieces
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I wish i was interesting
I wish i could sing beautifully in front of my friends
I wish i know how to dance, be it ballet or hiphop
I wish i can be beautiful without even trying
I wish i wasn't so scared to speak for myself
I wish i could draw or perhaps paint
I wish i was fearless, not afraid to be whoever i want
I wish people love me, the way i love them
I wish i wasn't so clumsy, in life and love
I wish i am attractive enough for boys to notice me
I wish someone could give me a tight hug now
I wish i get to meet my soulmate soon
I wish my friends understand how hard my life is
I wish my family doesn't pressure me anymore

I wish for alot of things
But none of them came true.
 Nov 2013 pieces
soul in torment
I'd love to practice cpr
upon your wet
and
willing lips
my hands pressed firmly
upon your
unrisen
perfect breast
your eyes closed
your neck
tilted
flesh exposed
as I straddle your body
bringing back
to life
what has lain
dormant
until my touch
the gentle caressing
of both
my fingers
and
my lips
on flesh that has ached
to be known
and loved
not merely looked upon
and
desired.
Not my usual May delete
 Nov 2013 pieces
Anna Brown
Cold
 Nov 2013 pieces
Anna Brown
Warm me up with your breath
The frost of winter destroys my soul
My inner fire is bright and strong
It’s not enough
 Nov 2013 pieces
Brianna
With pursed lips stained with cherry red lipstick she stood in front of her mirror and cried a little harder with each breath.
Why can't she be perfect?
Why can't she fall back in love?
Why can't she just ask for help again?
Watching herself in that mirror she saw her reflection... Makeup running down her face, and a cry for help only she saw each day...
Why couldn't she rewind?
Why couldn't she just take it all back?
Why was she so afraid the change and start new?
Today was the day she said with one shaky breath.... Today she would stop the self hatred and the tears.

She stopped asking why.
She stopped trying to rewind.
She stopped trying to be someone she wasn't anymore....
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