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 Sep 2013 Shadow
Sadie K
The conversations on the post-its we share
Aren't
Lame.

They're just constant denials and
Occasional encouragements;
The exchange of unanswered questions because
For some reason,
I'm not comfortable answering
When everyone is staring.

It's almost as if
I'm going to write this
Secret essay full of love and concern and
A script expressing all I feel.
All the bottled up worry about you would be
Matched from thought to term,
Scribbled down onto that
Tiny piece of paper but

Who am I kidding?

I **** with words.
I **** with expression.
All I do all day long is
Sit behind this stupid screen at 3am in the morning
Typing down this hell of a poem (is it even one?)
And regretting everything I hadn't done
When I was still
Face to face
With you.

I should have sat down and
Thought a little longer and
Maybe my brain would come up with some
Wonderful solution or word of encouragement
Like the powerful ones you always give me.

I should have, at least,
Gone over if I needed your help instead of
You always coming over to my side
And then ending up getting criticised.

I should have given you a
Huge hug and asked
You
How you were feeling but
I'm just a fudging coward
And a fudging selfish creep so I

Sit there every morning and
Wallow in my own sadness,
Fighting a seemingly non-existent battle
And I neglect you again — ******!

I promised.
I promised I wouldn't do it again but
All I ever do is make you
Worry and worry and worry and
I don't seem to be there, ever.
When it's time for me to help you

I DO FUDGING NOTHING.

.

.

.


The conversations on the post-its
Aren't
Lame.

They're just little bits of hope that
Maybe one day, the replies would both be honest ones,
And even if it says "No, I'm not fine" and
The other one says "You want to talk about it?"
It's a glimpse of hope.
And it'd be true hope for once,
Not just a mirage for disappointment.

It'd be the beginning of understanding,
It'd be the beginning of another beginning,
It'd be the beginning of starting over, you and me,
Closing up that gap

But most importantly,
It'd be the beginning of
A New kind of Happiness
 Sep 2013 Shadow
Sadie K
I've been thinking.
Well, I'm sorry,
I don't dare to tell you
What's bothering me but
I guess I'll just put it in this
Little poem.

Well, firstly,
I just don't want this year to end.
I've been thinking about
How much feels I'm gonna have
Once we part at the end of the year.
I wouldn't know what to do.
I'll be lost.
I'll be confused.
I'm scared mam.

And, secondly,
He keeps bothering me
Screaming to get out.
I give up, if he wants to get out
By all means.
I've had enough mam.
I know I promised you
I wouldn't do anything funny but
Does going insane count as
Doing something funny?


And lastly,
I've been worried about Frank, dear.
It worries me and saddens me
When I see a friend, a buddy,
A childhood companion,
Suffer because of me.
And it just makes me feel bad
Every time he defies Adsel and
Gets so worried with the
"She'd be mad"s and "She'd be so worried"s
He thinks of me 24/7 and has
Suffered for me all this while

And you know, sometimes,
I am curious but
What if he is
My brain's projection of

You?

I must think of you too much madame,
Yet I think too little...
I don't know.
I'm confused.
Lost.
This is the most decent of thoughts in the
Past three hours.
I'll treasure it.
I'll post it.
I hope you read it.

And I pray you stop worrying then...
I'm sorry I made you worry... :'(
 Sep 2013 Shadow
Sadie K
Tempting
 Sep 2013 Shadow
Sadie K
Oh what're we doing at
12:05am
Grieving over a
Non-existent woman

Oh but is she non-existent?

Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.

I know what's real
I know what's not
I do, I know.

Oh do you, really?

YES, ****** I DO.

Why not come over?
Why not stay?
Live in Wonderland

Forever


I can't.
I have to stay.
I must.
I must.
I must.
SHUT UP!

*Think about it...
Isn't this your dream home?
Isn't your family here?
You're true family.
Come on.
Stay
Stay
Stay...
 Sep 2013 Shadow
NitaAnn
Someone recently said to me, “God does not give you more than you can handle.” That’s really been weighing on my mind, it inches to the surface, and I feel a surge of anger, then it’s tucked back into the back of my mind. God does not give you more than you can handle?

I know my grandma believed that with all of her heart. Week after week, she would pray for the salvation of my mother, my father, my brothers, sister, and I. Every single night, she was down on her knees praying for redemption, and thanking God for the gifts he has given to her. And she believed it! I admired her strength and her belief in God, because I learned as a small child that God can give you more than you can handle, and when that happens, and you reach out for help, sometimes there’s no one there. I’m not going to sit here and write out examples and questions…such as, really, then why do children suffer and die from cancer?...because I’m sure there are those out there who can provide justification for that.

Sometimes I would ask my grandma about her unending faith in God. “Grandma, what if God doesn't answer? Is he too busy? “ I’d ask. And grandma would answer, “Nita, you just need to pray harder, God will hear you…just pray harder.” And I would remember her words at night, when I was scared and alone, I would think about her words when my father would touch me, and I would pray harder.
God doesn't give you more than you can handle!

Now, in the present, I know that I am “handling” it, but there’s no other choice, is there? Handle it, or give up? I don’t want to be here, facing all of this, and yet, here I am, “handling” it. Is this what it means? That God doesn't give you more than you can handle? Sure, my family and friends have suffered as a result of the abuse of my past. Is God giving them more than they can handle?
Does God ever give you more than you can handle?
Maybe God expects me to be stronger than I feel.
 Sep 2013 Shadow
Clovina
Something we can't see,
Something we all need,
Something we can feel,
Yet can't believe.

A Scar within our Soul,
A Nightmare within our Mind,
A feeling that can't be Ignored,
Gnawing you away.

The Tears I can Feel,
The Anger Burning Deep,
Blood streaming Down,
What's Wrong with Me?

A Smile I Fake,
A Laughter I Hear,
Darkness Inside,
Light I See.

Shoot me with your Words,
Cut me with your Eyes,
**** me with your Hatefulness,
But still like Air I'll Rise.
 Sep 2013 Shadow
Raji Koshy
Crying
 Sep 2013 Shadow
Raji Koshy
I’ll never let you see
  The way my broken heart is hurting me.
I’ve got my pride,
  And I know how to hide
    All my sorrow and pain:
I’ll do my crying in the rain.

If I wait for cloudy skies,
  You won’t know the rain from the tears in my eyes.
You’ll never know
  That I still love you so.
    Though the heartaches remain,
I’ll do my crying in the rain.

Raindrops falling from heaven
  Could never wash away my misery,
But since we’re not together
I’ll look for stormy weather
  To hide these tears I hope you’ll never see.

Someday when my crying’s done,
  I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun.
I may be a fool,
  But till then, darling, you’ll
    Never see me complain:
I’ll do my crying in the rain.
 Sep 2013 Shadow
Francisco DH
You see this whole, lively, I ain't got problems over here smile.
You do? Then x-ray it.
Let the radiation radiate what's underneath skin, fat, and blood.
You'll see that inside, my muscles are actually being pulled down to a frown.
A frown so broken and crooked,
A twisted piece of my soul,
It's an exact replica of my damaged heart.
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