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Sitting in that cafe
was like sitting atop the tower of Babel
a cacophony of language
like a hurricane was going on all around him
the homeless black men
who spoke with their own jive and jib
he knew some of the language
but was far from fluent
there were the Arabian men
talking into blue tooths on their ears
or into cellphones
or arguing with each other
outside over cigarette after endless cigarette
nothing but harsh blunt sounds,
it was beautiful in a way
and there is the Russian couple
bombshell athletic blondes
it was hard to determine whether the relationship was
Mother and Daughter
or coach and athlete
they were seemingly
all business
broken with interspersed bouts of laughter
and their were the Asian boys and girls
coming from Korea or Japan or China, or some other place
talking fast and easy
gesticulating wildly with their hands
and of course their was English
thick and arrogant in its tone
it was a language for movers and shakers
money makers and deal breakers
it sounded nowhere near as special
as the other languages
And there was him
sitting silently in the corner of the cafe
his language
the chitter chatter of the keyboard
 May 2013 Shari Forman
Dawson
Anxiety,
come and go
as you
Please

It doesn't even matter,
though
It was only a
Dream
I refuse to cry,
Because i don't want you to be the cause of my pain.
Because if i do, my tear ducts might go dry,
and put the rain to shame.
Because i don't want you to be the reason for my sadness.
Because you definitely don't deserve that.
you were the most cheerful person ive ever met, surrounded by an aura of happiness.
I don't want you to be so great and still break my heart.
Because i don't want you to bring me tears.
Because i don't want to believe you're not going to play your part.
Because i don't want to believe you're really not here.
I don't want to cry because you never let me do it before.
I don't want to cry because it would mean you're not here anymore.
I refuse to cry because that's the opposite of what you'd want me to do.
But i still do cry, because i never realized what i had, because its true...
That i took you for granted and before i knew,
Without a warning you've gone, without a goodbye...
I guess i deserved that, you left leaving me here to cry.
But i'll battle my tears, for you i will try.
Since even though you've gone, you still left me a present like you always used to...
the beautiful memories once a part of my life, i'll always hold onto.
I refuse to cry.
But even as i say those words, i cant help the tear which escapes my eye.
Young girl
Dumb girl
How many times are you going to think he’s the right one
How many times are you willing to get hurt
Mentally
Psychically
Be careful
You’ll get a bad reputation
I know you
You pretend to be strong
But you’re weak so weak
How many times will you allow him to break you down
You’re to young
I want to protect you
But I’m no better than you
I fall just as hard
And as fast
Im impulsive
And weak
But I want to change that
I want to help you
But what could I do
What if this time he’s the right one
Or
What if he’s just like the others
All the broken promises
All the heartbreak
We’ll never truly know
Until it’s to late
Why must we bare the burden of young love
They think its dumb
And it is
They say it wont last
And it probably wont
But we still look for it
Hoping
That maybe
Just maybe it’s him
That he’ll be able to fix all the hurt
Always saying
Maybe next time
Maybe next time?
How many next times will there until you know
Is it even worth it?
I guess we’ll just have to wait
We’ll find out together
We’ll go through the pain together
We’ll do it all together.
But
Maybe next time we wont be so young and dumb.
Quiet is the evening
as darkness envelops
a once, bright sunlit day.
Tranquil, serene, emotions
slowly, tenderly, encompass
his inner being, preparing
to ease the burden
find peace, from
his hectic, stressful day.
He feels solitude and loneliness
start to creep into his thoughts.
Solitary more likely
the sense he feels.
Realizing he is alone,
no one to share the relaxation,
peacefulness, he has now found.
Soft, relaxing music
of gentle strings,
performed with the softness
of a snowflake floating
from the heavens.
He has reached his mood
no more worries, stress,
nothing, but pure peace.
For restful his mind, his spirit,
for sleep he’s finally found.
 May 2013 Shari Forman
Zemyachis
Find a way
Each and every day
To remind me that you love me
Or else I will forget.

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I have been struggling with depression for 3 years,
I don't blame the world for this I blame myself,
I am the only person who can help me over come this depression,
I have nobody they all gave up on me,
Life isn't getting any better so why should I keep on trying?,
I have given up all hope in happiness,
Life I hate mine,
People say stay strong but I don't have any reason to stay strong,
Nothing can change the way I feel about my life,
I constantly cry myself to sleep and I also cut a lot,
I have no inspiration to go on with my life everything is ruined,
My mom is never home and when  she is she's sleeping,
My dad haa he's gone,
My siblings they look down too me they think of me as an "emo freak",
My friends they wouldn't understand if I did open up too them or they would tell the whole world,
I just want to be happy again,
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