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 Mar 2013 S Anand
Anna Ray
I have too many dreams
So many aspirations that even thinking about them makes me tired
Weighed down by the possibility of success

And I wait
And hope someday I’ll feel strong enough to begin
But I think this rest period
Has only made me more tired

I want to fall into love
I want to make my own family
Little smiles for me
I want to be a writer
I want to finish school
Be successful
I want to paint.
I want to see the world.
And so many other moments I can see inside my head

But I wait for the moment I get whisked over the rainbow
When in all reality
I could fly away if I was brave enough
I have not edited this poem yet. These are just rough thoughts that might form a real poem someday.
 Mar 2013 S Anand
Robyn
Fickle Bitch
 Mar 2013 S Anand
Robyn
You fickle *****
You try too hard
You bite too hard
You sigh too much
You try too much
You're fast to love
And fight the fall
With all the bruises on my skin
I wonder why I try to fight at all
 Mar 2013 S Anand
Anna Ray
Untitled
 Mar 2013 S Anand
Anna Ray
It is weird
Because two weeks ago
I thought I was in love with you
That was silly.
I mean,
You are great.
But...
What?
In this all encompassing darkness
Hope turns to despair
Not a single ray of light gleams
Deafening silence pervades…

Only wolves are heard
Mourning death
But of whom…?

O father!
Protect me
For I cannot bear
This sullen, sickening air
Stinking!!!
With the pungency of rotting flesh
Of humanity.

I see headless zombies
Stamp bullet ridden chests
Amid pools of blood
Leaving a gory trail…

No father! No!
I dare not look beyond
For this ‘Ghastly Spectacle’
Blurs my vision!
She lives a quiet life,
she tiptoes around,
she whispers when she speaks,
she hardly ever makes a sound.

Although her words are quiet,
her mind is very loud.
She has so much to say,
but no one listens for soft sounds.

She's an invisible girl,
who doesn't want to stand out,
she just wants to be heard,
without having to shout.

Sometimes the loudest people,
aren't saying much at all.
Empty words and promises,
just leave their mouths and fall.

But whispered words fly high,
and catch peoples attention,
they're intriguing, so amazing,
but only when they listen.

So look outside the spotlight,
because often the real star,
isn't anyone on stage,
but the mind behind it all.
 Mar 2013 S Anand
jad
Jerome
 Mar 2013 S Anand
jad
I talked to an 77-year-old man who was washing the windows at Pizza Hut today.
He was young and so happy.
He was kind.
And wise.
He was rich.
He had no money.
He had nice eyes.
He was going blind.
He had a beautiful smile.
His teeth were rotten.
His name was Jerome.
And all he wanted to do was help people.
He taught me so much in 6 minutes.

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