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 Jan 2013 Subucni
Ashmita
Scars
 Jan 2013 Subucni
Ashmita
Scars
Dark with time,
Hollowness around,
Self-inflicted was the intention?
Reasons beyond that were unwanted.
Why blame someone else?
It was your mistake.
Hence, your doing.
Misery? Pain?
Mere words to the world.
Cover ups can’t help,
For embedded underneath your skin,
Cold and heartless,
It creeps at your attention.
Eyes are drawn to it,
Questions raised of your sanity.
What do they know?
When you’ve died,
Over and over again,
Amongst the dark walls,
On the sea of tears,
Drowning, choking.
Eating you from within,
Reminding you of the days,
When death seem more favorable,
To breathing.
The shadows lurk behind the walls,
Those ears have heard everything,
Eyes have seen every laugh, every tear.
Shadows of times gone by,
Of yesterday, an eternity away.
They haunt, they mock.
They watch you,
In company they hide in the darkness,
Only to crawl to you,
When left alone.
Slowly taking over every cell,
Possessing is with the needles,
Turning your smile upside down,
Fists quenched, teeth at breaking point.
Nightmares take over your mind,
Despair takes over your soul,
Your heart loses its warmth,
You are left to its mercy.
And they never go,
Etched not only in your skin,
But also your soul,
It never leaves.
Yes, it’s bitter,
But you won’t know,
Unless you are scratched,
By life’s claws.
It will come for you,
Prey you down,
Swallow you whole,
Grip at your chest,
“Why?” you will ask,
When the answers are right in front of you,
Scarred.
 Jan 2013 Subucni
Yehuda Amichai
The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.

Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits
out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,

and the rivers of his hands
overflowed with good deeds.
 Jan 2013 Subucni
Amanda Jerry
So, you've read my poetry?
You've skimmed the lines and picked out words you think are pretty,
delicate, intelligent, or odd?
You understand me now, I see!
I'm yours to dissect, pick at, ****,
but never keep, of course not that.

Yes you've read my poetry,
but did you know I sometimes cross my l's as t's and often wish
to travel far and far alone.
Alone: myself and only me.
I'd adventure, danger-prone;
You would only slow me down.

So what if sometimes late at night I want to dance on balconies and feel your breath upon my ear?
That really doesn't matter
for I don't need you, and you don't want me,
even though you've read my poetry.
 Jan 2013 Subucni
Lucia
You Linger
 Jan 2013 Subucni
Lucia
Most girls don't cry
when a nice guy asks
them to coffee.
But I do.

Because you linger
in every thing
that I ever do.

You linger in the moment
when I first wake up.
You linger in the moment
just before I drift to sleep.

You linger in the way
I curl up at night
trying to compensate
for the space where
you once were.

You linger in the line of my jaw,
the hollow of my collarbone,
the small of my back,
the inside of my wrist.

You linger in my every breath.
You linger in the broken beating of my heart.

Most girls don't cry
when a nice guy
asks them to coffee.
But I do.
 Jan 2013 Subucni
Wedyan AlMadani
Simplicity is what we truly lack in this complex world
 Jan 2013 Subucni
T R H
deaf.
 Jan 2013 Subucni
T R H
I play my music too loud
To try and drown you out
But with all these thoughts
I can't hear a sound
 Jan 2013 Subucni
Nick Burgess
they say i’m worth it
and to just quit being sad
but if they missed you like i do

never mind you can’t do that

they see a good person
one who’s nice
and sweet
but i need a mirror
to see what they see

never mind you can’t do that

they tell me they’re proud
and that i’ve come a long way
when in reality
i haven’t done much of a thing
so if there’s someone out there to help
i need you to prove

you can do that
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