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 Jan 2015 rn
bouhaouel zeineb
Behind my lovely smile
my so called funny jokes
my innocent stare
another world lives in
a world only made of
fear and regrets
tears and guilt
it's a hell inside


don't disturb it
it will all turn on you
 Jan 2015 rn
Gaby Comprés
don't keep quiet.
go, and tell your story.
sing it from the rooftops
and shout it from the mountaintops.
write it in the sky,
tattoo it on your skin
and braid it in your hair;
tell your story.
don't let it go unheard,
because there is wonder
in your story,
there is grace in your
redemption,
because your words
are stepping stones
to freedom.
tell your story.
 Dec 2014 rn
Shannon Delaney
i injected caster sugar into my veins and i’m still waiting for the high to hit. i drew a smiley face on the desk at school and they called me a delinquent and i think they overreacted a bit, and they said that dreamers never go anywhere in life, but i’m writing this on the moon.
part of a story from a while ago
 Dec 2014 rn
EJ Aghassi
cannibal
 Dec 2014 rn
EJ Aghassi
I yearn for the taste of human flesh

fire tingling the mouth and
the feeling on my lips

mind you, though,
I'm no cannibal
 Dec 2014 rn
Sydney Cooper
Insomnia
 Dec 2014 rn
Sydney Cooper
If sleep is for the weak...
Then why am I the one with dark circles and slow thoughts
That creep inside my head as the sun starts to stop

If sleep is for the weak..
Then why do I feel so afraid
To take a pill for sleepless nights
That my mind will fight and fight
Insomniadic thoughts
 Dec 2014 rn
Andrew Switzer
I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.

— The End —