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 Dec 2017 Stacy Mills
Jey Blu
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I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

I read online
When I was probably just 14 or 15 years old
That most people don't stop until their 20's
And it scared me
But I thought
"No, I'll stop right now"

But I didn't.
I couldn't.

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

And now that I'm older
It hurts more to try to hide it
And now that I have people that care about me
Often times they don't understand why this part of my life is still relevant
And all I can say to make them understand is

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I just had to.
I drew blood.
Sure
It's easy to see broken clocks
aren't ticking
but I prefer broken people
Clocks get stuck
in their last instant
At least people keep on living
 Jun 2017 Stacy Mills
Ryan Holden
You talk so lightly
Like fresh air in fog,
You were my vision
Through absolute blindness.

You were the world
That revolved around me,
You made me fill in gaps
That were missing inside.

You made me feel
Like nothing mattered,
When you had me,
If you'll have me.

But you made me crash
In the fog that I tried wandering,
You made the world crumble and fall
Beneath and above these walls.

You made me feel
Like nothing mattered,
But nothing did matter
Anymore when you left.

I'm still shaking and crawling
These walls that disappear
Around my feet and heart,
As I look below I see emptiness.

As I fall into a never ending drop
Of uncertainty I look back up
But hold my arms towards you
So you can catch me as I go.

But you only caught the fingertips,
Of my love.
A poem about feeling like you had somebody, but then you don't.
There was once a heart
Who felt lonely for all his life
He never felt anything
And never feel alive

But then one day, he met another heart
He suddenly feel the connection
The veins became insane
And for the first time, the heart beats.

He felt so alive with that heart
And later on realized how lovely life was.
It's like living on a fairytale
It was crazy and happy at the same time.

As the winter came, the other heart became cold
The heart didn't give up
He refuses to let go of the heart
But the other heart left

Love was gone and pain is here.
The heart felt lonely and feels so lifeless again
The veins were tearing apart
And for the first time, the heart breaks.
Idk why I felt so emotional writing this. I don't even know what should be the title of this. I know it's not that beautiful but it is the first time that I write something like this so please bear with me hehe.
 Jun 2017 Stacy Mills
Traveler
Okay
Let us take a moment
And break this down
If you don't believe  
In global warming
By now
You're probably not
Going to come round

But perhaps
We could take a step back
To when pollution was indeed
A matter of fact
Such as
The black factory smoke
And runoff waste
That fills our water ways
Coal soot that fills our lungs and skies
Sewage that fills our bays

Poisonous smog
Settling over our industrial cities
Toxic chemicals giving birth
Have you no empathy nor pity
"As our"
Emissions are ever choking
Scorching the earth

Can we start over
Sure it's no big deal
Can we at least agree
That pollution is real?
Traveler Tim
Is it not a poem if
words does not rhyme?

Is it not love
If I'm the only one who feels it?
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