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The days are short
and the nights are long
Nights filled
with thoughts of you.

Craving, longing, dreaming:
the affection you
bestow upon her,
the way my heart beats —
as if it were yours,
And how
the Sun could never
compete with
The light
in your eyes.

How foolish I am,
To miss
what was never mine
To dream
of what I could never have
To hope
for something — anything.
I get lonely in the dark holy nights
it makes me judge my image
So i grab that pretty little silver sparkling blade

***** that that's the way i express it
But
I fall asleep with a smile on my face

j.f
my darling
you have
the most beautiful eyes

how i’d love
to pluck them
from out your fairest skull

and swallow them whole
so you can see
my inner demons

and i can taste
your tears
inside of me
© Jene'e Patitucci
Mirror, Mirror on my wall
You never answer when I call

I stand here with a blank hollow stare,
wondering why you never ask nor even care.

Alone my thoughts provoke, every bad decision,
every mistake, each incision
that I start to  c
                             h
                                   o
                                       k
                                           e.

Mirror, mirror on my wall you never write you never call
Leaving me here alone in this reflective hall.

I speak and smile to your face.
You lay your hand on my hard glass case,
hoping that doubt and fear
one day you will chase.

Mirror, mirror its hard to say
but you were my only friend that stayed
and now you too have gone away.

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a    
l
  l            
i    
n            
g,
falling from my wall
I clearly see you reflect [no]thing...
n o t h i n g.... at all.
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
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Jump
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
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Sometimes I just want to
Jump
Out the window.
Not to **** myself
Never that
I just want the rush
And I want to escape this place.
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
Brett W
As I look out the window
I can see far and near
See all the colorful flowers
That bloom every year

The cars whistle by
The birds chirp so freely
The sky roars and cries
Making the day become dreary

The rain soon pours down
It clears off the dirt
And splatters on the ground
And wettens your shirt

The sky then becomes free
The sun peeks out
Here comes the honey bee
Starting his daily route
Once there was an invisible man,
tired of being unseen.
Invisible he was not,
yet people did not see him.
But if no one saw him,
was he really there at all?
If no one sees you,
are you really here at all?
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