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 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Ami Shae
It's pulling me
this need
this ache
this grinding
all consuming addiction
that I thought I had overcome
only to find
that it's slowly
causing me to be
quite undone.

I crawl, literally crawl
to move away
to stop myself
from trying to say
please, just please
come back to me--
I used to hold you close
used to always have you
at my beck and call
and oh, my god,
what I would give
for just one more draw,
one more puff
a long, slow, lingering
inhale of your taste,
and yes, your scent--

too bad I'm broke
have not a dime
cause I spent
every penny I had left
on wine and bread
you see, I truly thought
my love for you was dead--
but now that you're not available at all--
I find myself wishing I could just
answer your lingering call...
Sometimes I just miss smoking those ****
cancer sticks, you know?
I hope I can stay strong and not give in...
it's been years, but somehow
the urge hits me again and again...
does it ever just STOP? (the urge to smoke?)
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Haritha Seby
I always be act as happy..
Why is the most happiest,
the most tortured inside.
I don't know why?
Is there any revenge..
Life towards Me..
I don't know why?
Last..
I secretly knew,
What was inside me..
Thinking of you
Wishing of you
Dreaming of you
Hell holy hell!!
I am brave, i found the truth.
It is hard to explain because
My heart become heavy.
Still i wonder how? when? when?
All this torment and torture
Make me free..
The worst thing a person does is torture themselves with the thought that someone who left them will come back.
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Haritha Seby
My life should be the way
I wan't it to be!!
Not the way others wan't it to be.
It is not because i am egoistical
But i am altruistic.
Compassion of love towards ourself..is the greatest weapon not only in life but also on earth..
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Haritha Seby
When i say goodbye
Don't wait for my reawakening
Because i am already dead
My sense can't vindicate
What i am!
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Human
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Give an inch, we'll take a mile, steal a glimpse of a faded smile. Set a path, we'll make another, find where lies have taken cover. Minds never set in stone, we've created thoughts our own. Words lost, as time goes by, in the end they'll wonder why. Now that love's become outdated, you'll find the world that hate's created.
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Lexie
The Scale
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Lexie
8.2
I will be okay
8.3
It is harder to breathe
8.6
My skin itches
8.9
My head hurts
9.2
I just...
9.5
Life.
9.6
Maybe
9.7
This is pretty bad
9.8
I'm done
9.9
Wait! Wait. Its okay

6.4
Tomorrow is coming
Tomorrow is almost here
5.4
Hey, think of the people who love you
4.9
I will see myself in the mirror tomorrow
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Siren
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
I meet them
I assess them
I then show off
the attributes I have
that remind me of them

I fill in
for what they need
I eat
their insecurities
like candy

I seem so perfect
and then there's...
that one thing
there's always
that one thing

That reason
for which I can't stay
and I've made them stronger
given them everything

But I've left
with the most
delicious part
their hearts
My much too raw poem, inspired by Spencer
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Out
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Out
I am the chipping paint on the walls, I am the scenery. I am the abstract painting that others try to read, but need not a reason to me. I am the decoration to the soiree, admired but not touched. I am the controversial conversation, hated and loved. I am the quiet, the loud, the humble, the proud. I am me, slowly slinking out. I am the loner, the watcher in the crowd. I scream, without a sound. Snapping you into focus, yes, I'm slowly slipping out.
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Our bodies are poetry
from soft to smooth to hard
our bodies are poetry
freckled, shaped and scarred

Our mouths are dancers
unchoreographed, with memory
our fingers are virgins
gentle and trembling

Our eyes, are passerbys
our noses, cuddling cubs
our arms, reconnecting friends
our knees buckle with every touch

Our bodies are poetry
fitting into every groove
our bodies are poetry
from hard to soft to smooth
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Stronger
 Mar 2016 S G Arndt
Bailey
Give me bruises,
So I cherish my fair skin.
Give me headaches,
So I enjoy the silence.
Make me cry,
So I appreciate when I'm dry.
Put me down,
So I'll always be going up.
If I fall,
I guarantee I'll stand up proper.
If I break,
I'll fix everything else.
Give me horror, so that I recognize true beauty.
Give me sickness, so that I am grateful for health.
Give me sorrow, so that I smile the biggest at the opportunity.
Tell me I'm terrible,
So that I'll always try harder.
Give me all you've got. I want to be stronger.
Another old poem
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