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 Jul 2014 Sarah
Anonymous
She told me I couldn’t stop
She said it was in my veins,
I didn’t believe her but it’s true
I’ve tried so hard to stop picking up my pen
I’ve tried to ignore the withdrawal from my notebook
But she was right, like always
And when I came back to my abandoned journals
She said
I knew you’d be back
Because words are not just words to you
I think that’s when I realized how damaging it can be
I wish my soul wasn’t drenched in words
It’s a disease, once you start it’s impossible to stop
For writers that is
Writing, it’s a disease;
Its incurable
 Jul 2014 Sarah
Willow Branche
Take me back
To the place I was before
Back to the time
When our love was so sure.
Take me back
To who I used to be
Back to the time
To when we were happy.
Take me back
To that beautiful night.
When all I ever wanted
Was for you to hold me tight.
Take me back
Before the sorrow
Take me back
Today or tomorrow.
When ever it is
That you'll take back my heart
Put it together
For I've torn it apart.
Pull me fast
And take me far,
Just please
"Take me back to the stars."
 Jul 2014 Sarah
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 Jul 2014 Sarah
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Feeling lost and gone
In need of simple song
The shortest stick is drawn
Lies, but you'll go along

Touch you one last time
"Goodbye," and all your cries
A final sign
To sever all your ties

But it cannot be done
You will not be drowned
Under my midnight sun
You cannot make a sound

Amazed you have been saved
I wish you could *hear* this... the way my brain told it to me has such a haunting tune... I guess you can make your own.
 Jul 2014 Sarah
Sara Teasdale
Every night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
Confering at my head.
They speak in scientific tones,
Professional and low—
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
To one so humble as myself
It should be matter for some pride
To have such noted fellows here,
Conferring at my side.
 Jul 2014 Sarah
unwritten
i.

they say that when you drown,
it's nothing like in the movies;
it's silent.
there's no splashing,
no screaming,
no kicking or crying for help.

just
silence.

and i guess it's true,
for i am drowning --
there is water in my lungs,
pouring into my heart,
filling my veins and escaping from my eyes --
yet i cannot speak.

i am rendered speechless
by you.

ii.

i'm not so sure if it's
the smooth white sand
ingrained in your skin,

or the intricate seashells
that are your daintily painted
fingernails.

maybe it's the pulsing red
of a moon during high tide
that shines through
your scarlet lips,

or maybe
it's the crashing waves
filling the ocean in your eyes.

maybe it's the way you sweep me up
and pull me under,
stealing my breath,
invading my thoughts.

or maybe it's how you
are unpredictable.
you are in alliance with the erratic skies
and fickle moon,
and yet,
no one can control you,
no one can predict your next move.

iii.

i find it fascinatingly beautiful
how easy it is
for you to destroy yourself,
how you hide within raging whirlpools
and tear yourself apart from the inside.

people are afraid of the ocean,
but the ocean is a part of you.
who knows, though?
maybe you're scared of the ocean too.

iv.*

beware the girl with the ocean eyes,
for a heart that is eaten away by the sea
can never be whole again.*

(a.m.)
idk.
 Jul 2014 Sarah
sabrina cotto
I never knew I was lost without you till l read your letter
an found out I was never really
living life
till I made Jesus The Lord of my life
this new life is in Jesus Christ only.
I was deceive by this dying world,
lost world full of Seximmorality,
Impurity,Lustful Pleasures,Idolatry, Jealousy, Envy,Drunkness,Greed.
Now I see how everybody is lost
without your son
Jesus Christ
who holds the truth life
Love, Joy,Peace,Patience,
Kindness,goodness,
Faithfulness,
Gentleness,s­elf-control
I never knew, I was lost without you
till I read your letter.
 Jul 2014 Sarah
Camellia-Japonica
I was shocked when I heard the key lock.
My heart dropped,
I was left to rot.
Forgot, mocked, and blocked from outside.
No where to run, no one to turn to.
The key had turned, my fate was sealed.
Robbed of life yet still alive,
pleading silently, "please let me out"
Would they treat my plea with dignity?
I couldn't shout, would they hear me?
Not above the hiss of the respirator, of that I have no doubt.
For some reason I started thinking of "Locked in syndrome", this was the result.
© JLB
07/07/2014
 Jul 2014 Sarah
unwritten
xi.
 Jul 2014 Sarah
unwritten
xi.
I THOUGHT I WAS OVER YOU BUT IT'S SO OBVIOUS THAT I'M NOT BECAUSE EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR FACE AND YOUR LIPS AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES MY CHEST STARTS TO HURT AND I IMAGINE THAT I AM DROWNING IN MY OWN BLOOD, AND I BEGIN TO GET BUTTERFLIES BUT NOT THE ONES FROM FIRST GRADE WHEN LOVE WAS JUST AN ILLUSION, BECAUSE THESE BUTTERFLIES ARE TEARING MY HEART APART STRING BY STRING, YET I AM COMPLETELY FINE WITH IT BECAUSE IT'S ALL FOR YOU.
this is my first poem like this. idk. i just had some stuff i needed to get out.
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