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 Oct 2013 Sid
Sarah DeeSarah
I was always taught to cry in private,
As if emotions were some kind of sin.
"No one likes a hysterical woman",
Or at least that's what I was told.
So I tie up my emotions and feelings,
And tuck them away neatly within my heart.
Throughout the day I feel them trying to break free,
To be let loose, to be felt.
But I refuse to let them break through my composure,
So I push them down further, and further, and further,
Until all I can feel is an empty hollowness in the middle of my chest.
"Much better,
Keep smiling,
Act normal,
You're happy."
 Oct 2013 Sid
Tim Knight
Your cleavage is the sum
of everything you want to be:
on show and constantly talked about,
but when you have loaded words in
a shotgun mouth, spewing out
miscellaneous shells to the nobodies
of your street, then you’ll
fail to become that gap between your *******.

Keep quiet and remain dressed;
having numbers next to friends
is a contest you win at,
but count on your hands the mouths
that like you, and you’ll realise you’re
alone.
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 Oct 2013 Sid
Selena Irulan
When I first thought of typing these words
The message I sought to convey,
Was that without knowing the problem,
"I'm hurting" isn't easy to say.
Upon some further reflection,
I probably could articulate my upset,
But that would leave too much open for inspection.
I don't want to be told that I am mistaken,
or even that I am correct.
What if my dream is left shaken?
Instead I'll suffer without going on trial.
I'll keep my fear to myself.
Let us hope I'm not in denial.
 Oct 2013 Sid
Gayatri
She sits lonely in the dead of the night,
Big tears making way down her face.
Not a single soul understands her troubles,
Not even her own make an attempt.
She cries away till the tears run out,
The pain somehow gives her comfort.
Grief is a territory known to her,
Its familiarity reminds her that she is alive.
She often wonders what it would feel like to run away,
But even the thought leaves her alone in a while.
No one knows how to receive her love,
She is That key to the lock that doesn't fit.
 Oct 2013 Sid
lilpoiein
are we suppose to be strangers now,
are we suppose to pretend
we don't know, when we see each other on the streets?

are we suppose to be strangers now,
because we're not even friends thru social media

are we suppose to keep this distance, away forever
keep our smiles to the other people

are we suppose to keep away these thoughts
that we were once so close together
but we've grown so old and cold apart

are we suppose to be strangers now
because it seems to me, you want to leave your past behind

you're the one who came into my life
now you want to leave me out of your life
*how could you be so nice to me?
 Oct 2013 Sid
lilpoiein
For a moment
It disperse
I thought
About something beautiful
That wouldn't last forever
I didn't even grasp it
And it be gone

How quick and suspended it felt
 Oct 2013 Sid
sinderella
people tell me that i gain from pain
some kind of desire from torture
whether from bite marks
which make me bleed
or from a lover
that dominates
when in bed

part of me can't function
without some kind of release
that only pain seems to fulfill

i guess i have a masochistic personality
a need to feel what i can't usually

i struggled with self inflicted hurt too
when nothing else was available to me
created marks and scars to fill my heart
with increased satisfaction
i am the canvas
which is my art
my body tells
a thousand
little tales
of a girl
lost in
confusion

makes me feel so alive
the memories carved
and painted on
© sinderella.
 Oct 2013 Sid
sinderella
women* who wear all black
lead quite colorful
interesting* lives
© sinderella.
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