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 Mar 2017 Sarah H
traces of being
The wind whispers
                              in untold words ―

borne deeply within
                              the heart of the sky

and, like a kite broke free
                              of tethered strands,

"I may as well try
                              and catch the wind" ―
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
somberbitch
Its a curious thing.
How one can be in a room full of people,
a planet so overwhelmed by beings,
yet feel so secluded and alone.

How a whole planet full of incessant conversations,
billions of souls to my choosing
and yet the only one that can truly make a difference is you.
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
Lauramihaela
Sometimes
It's nice to let
The silence of life
Trickle in through
Your ears
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
Emery Cade
I am so tired
Of smiling
Of lying to myself
That i can face another day
Of this path
I chose for myself
Why did i lead myself
To this path
I was walking
Walking
Walking towards a goal
Im not sure that i want anymore
the feeling of emptiness
haunts me
the smile you see
is not really me
unfortunately
I appear to be
the happy me
you don't get to see
that side of me
where all i do
is think of me
the unhappy me
is all i see
my thoughts
are no more
than the
death of me.
my twisted mind
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
Awesome Annie
Like rain drops plunging
into puddles
this only echos outward.

I can feel it vibrating
the harrowing space
that separates us.

Ripples repeated
trickling with the notion
that it's moving...somewhere.

Slipping into
subtle transformation
that we pray is growth.

Obsorbing within us
like rain drops dancing
bound together by spirit.
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
Rafael Melendez
Maybe we're afraid there will never be a catastrophic event that ends all of us together. Maybe we're scared of a normal life, a normal death. We want things to end in a crash of absolute chaos. We don't want to go quietly in the night. And by we, I mean me.
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
Stella Matutina
Insanity is running into the same wall,
Over,
And Over again.

You're stuck in that same room,
With those same people.
Crying out,
Screaming out,
Pounding your first on that door.
That door that is locked.

So you quit.
The door isn't opening,
Those people are still talking,
Blissfully unaware.
Unaware of the suffocating trap they live in.

So I will find ways to mingle,
In this lonely, isolated room.
I will find ways to smile.
My coping mechanisms will stay behind closed doors,
And I will survive.

But when that door opens,
And chaos finally breaks loose,
Hell hath no fury,
For what I will unfold.
I'm in a  vengeful mood today
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
Bri
Insanity
 Mar 2017 Sarah H
Bri
"Society is cruel to make us believe we are sane, but we all secretly know that deep inside our minds, we are all insane."
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