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 Dec 2016 SamBee
Arpan Rathod
The world was like it had always been,

Cruel, full of hatred and chaos,

Life was like it had always been,

Full of unfulfilled expectations,

Lost hopes and broken dreams.

Love was too rare to taste.

There were so many who were ours.

but we were no one’s.

Maybe we were not deserving-

Or maybe they weren’t.



We tried to give support,

the support we needed ourself.

It was satisfying to be a listener,

to hear someone’s reasons,

how they got hurt,

how the world was being cruel.

We listened to them and tried to give a shoulder,

to cry and to lean  on.

We lent them an ear to open up their hearts.



And accidently,

one day…

We met,

became listeners for each other,

turned into shoulders to cry and to lean on,

We shared every single thing,

our pain, our happiness, our dreams and our hopes.

Our dream to leave a mark on this world,

to make this world a place filled with love.

We shared our dreams,

eventually became each other’s dream.

Our pain was the reason we came close.

Our suffering made us feel each other’s need

and our life with each other is full of hope.

We are living now, not just existing,

for ourselves, for each other.

Everything happens for a reason,

we realised.

We found the missing pieces of our puzzle in each other.

Life seems beautiful now,

maybe it had always been.

we are happy and we are one…

We are One Unit.
thanks to the other half of The One Unit for contributing in this poem.
 Dec 2016 SamBee
Arpan Rathod
A day without you
made me realize
how it's never
gonna work.

A day without you
forced me to think
about all the times
you said
"I need you".
and
"I can't live without you".
when it's clearly
possible
and easy.

A day without you
was a day
without light,
where I couldn't
see myself,
find myself.

A day without you**
was also a day
without me...
just a draft..
 Dec 2016 SamBee
Mad
December
 Dec 2016 SamBee
Mad
The year is almost ending
oh how fast 2016 had been
It almost seems like everything is still the same
Yet a lot of things are different
I haven't written anything for months
and now I feel like a bucket filled with
water from a faucet streaming more,
overflowing and have nowhere else to
go but wherever the ground leads it.
I've been through a lot
Yet still not enough
My mind is filled with thoughts
Yet my heart still feels empty
What a year, this year has been.
 Dec 2016 SamBee
leah
with all the horrors and chaotic energy
that thrives in the universe,
i find it hard to stay positive.
however, the simplicity
and imperfections
in your ever apparent
smile,
somehow
make the un-
pleasantries of the
world, a little bit more
bearable.
i really should post more.
 Dec 2016 SamBee
Alyssa De Marzo
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 Dec 2016 SamBee
Alyssa De Marzo
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Where do I go when the house don't feel like home
Who do I call when I've pushed away my own
When will I trust the people of this earth
How do I allow myself to learn my own self worth
Why can I answer others questions but never my own
And where do I go when the house don't feel like home
 Dec 2016 SamBee
lilac
center stage
 Dec 2016 SamBee
lilac
i may just be a player
in the game of life,
and to you i'm nothing but
a side character.

that's okay, but
to me you're center stage
right along with me.
 Dec 2016 SamBee
fdg
should one even bother trying to be cute or nice when the pay off of such things are purely selfish ego fulfilling agendas?
If I am dainty and adorable will I feel better or will I feel just as stone cold and as unsure as always, just with a softer edge, cookie dough with kids not caring about the uncooked eggs, the warnings their mothers give them because there is absolutely no need to be cautious with cookie dough, and adorable seems the same way.
Are appearances anything but that, and if we didn't have mirrors would we actually feel better for ourselves, or wear make-up for ourselves,
not for any man, just for our own confidence and desire.
Truly, it is selfish.
I like to be pleased when looking in the mirror, and I'm not sure that I ever 100% am, but posting a cute photo of myself is hardly ever done because sometimes self indulgence on social media just feels like an inconvenience to my own true being
meaning
that
i am a fence.
and my own grass is greener where I water it
seriously can't find the sense in this exactly, but i wrote it, so here it is.
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