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Mar 2014 Shayda H

Jacques Prévert

That small man who always sang
That small man who danced in my head
That small man with youth
Undid his shoelaces
And broke all the barracks of the festival
Suddenly everything collapsed
And in the silence of the festival
In the ruin of the festival
I heard your happy voice
Your voice so torn and fragile
Innocent and desolate
Came from afar and called me
And I put my hands on my chest
where they trembled ******
Seven broken pieces of mirror
with your twinkling smile

Mar 2014 Shayda H

Who you really are

Mar 2014 Shayda H

JNW

Who you really are

I used to want to be thin
             To be taller
To have more friends
             And to live like royalty

But that wasn't the way I'm supposed to live
              I am made to be the way I am
Like the things I like
             And live the way I live

I am the one and only
            No one else can be me
                      Why should I be someone else?

Even if you get judged,
                 What better does that make them
If you stand up taller
                  You don't need them

Those people who tease you;
                  Their words may hurt
But there's too many people in this world
                   For very few to hurt you

Now open your eyes
                  And clear your mind
For this is only the beginning
                  And I'm here cheering you on

Love yourself for who you are and what you have, rater than for what you're not and what you don't have.
That is the true key to life.

Mar 2014 Shayda H

When Freedom Dawns

Mar 2014 Shayda H

Lorraine day

When Freedom Dawns

When freedom dawns
Each day anew
Its essence revered
By so few
~~~~~~~~~
Silence echos
Early dawn
As nature
Captivates the morn
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The sound of chirping
Birds that sing
Awaken us
To the sound of spring
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
New buds shoot
Through toiled ground
Bringing forth the hope
Of joy to be found
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Embracing each new day
We live
Encouraging all
To remember to give
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For just to take
And not to care
Would leave our hearts
And soles stripped bare
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Darkened past times
Now long gone
Shackles broken
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( When Freedom Dawns )

Many people suffer from seasonal affective disorder(SAD ). Nature has-a way of bringing hope and new beginnings like no other source can ,allowing us to feel revived .Encouraging us to move forward, unburdening the human spirit bringing freedom.

Mar 2014 Shayda H

Cured

Mar 2014 Shayda H

Amanda

Cured

"She's cured!"
Then how come my mind still screams
"You fat disgusting pig"?
And I still cringe every time I hear your name?
How come I still etch red tally marks on the top of my thighs
And, I still keep the pills
In a bottle under my dresser
And they still call my name begging me to take them
all at once with a big swing of whiskey
Why am I still counting every calorie
And drowning my sorrows with the sting of alcohol?
Is this what its like to be cured?

i don't think im better

Feb 2014 Shayda H

Jabberwocky

Feb 2014 Shayda H

Lewis Carroll

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Feb 2014 Shayda H

Throwing Shoes

Feb 2014 Shayda H

Zik Malleaux

Throwing Shoes

Lying down,
In a haze,
In a daze
For days and days

Take this pill,
Don't drown,
Head is spinning
Round and round

Throwing shoes
Swigging gin
Win or lose
Again and again

leap of faith
hold your breath
today's the day for
love and death

Feb 2014 Shayda H

Do you know what Anxiety is?

Feb 2014 Shayda H

Michael Pick

Do you know what Anxiety is?

Now you make me feel like talking things out is pointless, and
You proceed to rip away any emotion that I might have
Maybe you like to think that it's meant to be for you, but
I simply can't stand the way you take and give nothing back
And that couldn't be the worst of it
Now, you see, you aren't even here to begin with
You're taking myself away from inside of my head
Your verbal abuse is causing a special type of sickness
And it's probably cliche, but by now I'm so sick of it
But that's still only a fraction of it
Because on top of your voice I hear the others
Not always inside my head, but mostly just in general
The jostling and racket of daily life can keep me rattled
Those same voices push in on me, until I can no longer breathe
Even then, when I manage to breathe
It's only so that I can justify my erratic thoughts and motions
I'm so sorry that I cry and that I run away from situations
And when I say nothing, I'm screaming quietly out of politeness
All in all, I'm holding in my condition so I'm not treated different
Because these days, stigmas breed
And usually, it's out of misinformation or lack of it in general
This lack of awareness by loved ones always seems to upset me
Because I'm taking myself away from inside of my head
And most of you will never know what anxiety really is

Oh my god. I'm so proud of myself for this one.

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