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 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Dánï
The Road
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Dánï
The road is long, rough, tough and winding, it needs a pair of strong and stable feet,
And though I despise anything man-made, I might need and have to learn to accept an automobile to help set me free.
This road is forever engraved in my mind. It just lingers, sort of like fog and I am stuck with this altered and tainted view for the rest of my life. Seems like there's no other way.
It's the road I always go back to, and sometimes the fog clears up, it clears up for seasons time, but it comes back, *always and all day.
-d.***
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Kyndra
Dear Man,
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Kyndra
Because of you I learned to take the easy way out.
You taught me to hide, because no one really cared anyways.
And if you thought maybe they might, they would turn around and use it against you.
You taught me that strength meant hiding behind alcohol and cigarettes.
The problems were masked by the fear that someone might see right through you.
How can someone love someone so damaged?
The only real emotion I saw you display was anger.
You were always so angry.
What were you so angry about? Or was it someone who made you so mad?
Everyone has their own reasons, no one is born angry.
We are turned into beast by experience.
Afraid maybe of making the same mistakes.
The same mistakes your father made.
You hide behind addiction, it is sickening.
I'll look past that for now, to avoid making any assumptions.
I'll tell myself your sick, you are sick right?
This is not the behavior of someone who is well.  
I'll tell myself this is not my fault, it is not my fault right?
I did not make you this way.
It does all come back to me though.
Looking in the mirror and seeing a spitting image of you.
Does that make me sick like you?
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
SCR
You threw rocks at my window each and every night
You would whisper poems into the night
"Darling open up the window "
But I knew better then to do such a foolish thing

But one night I was crying and alone I just needed someone to hold me
Your hands were freezing cold
"Finally you open the window"
I shouldn't have I knew better It was such a foolish thing

My mother opened up the door and fell onto the floor screaming at the sky
Why she screamed Why
"She will be at peace soon"
Im glad I opened up the window you see it was death calling for me
Im at school bored
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Charlie
lust
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Charlie
sometimes, i think of the things we dream of in the night time
and hope for them to become realities in the day time.
oh ** **
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Rapunzoll
She looked for love in the backseat of his car
She looked for it in dusty store rooms
In abandoned buildings, the rough palms of hands
She didn't find it in his whispered sweet nothings,
She didn't find it in his apartment building either

He looked for an easy conquer, a one night stand
He looked for an innocent smile, naive doe eyes
He looked for it in needy fingers, hitched breathes,
He found it in her hair balled up in his fist
He found it in her salty skin, her soft thighs

She was looking for love in all the wrong places
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 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Colten White
See
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Colten White
See
As objects retreat from view
they grow smaller in my eye,
yet as the distance gathers between
you and I
it's as though you're all I can see.
March 10, 2015
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Donna Bella
Pure
 Apr 2015 Shylah S
Donna Bella
Purified by the water
Holy oil in the water
New life
New way
New thoughts
Pure soul
Beautiful life
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