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Cee Valenso Aug 2014
Speak to me of your daily whims
Of your recurring nightmares
Of your vague dreams
Of your subdued thoughts

Speak to me of the blinding sunlight
Of the watchful moon
Of the loquacious stars
Of the mendacious night sky

Speak to me of the blossoming flowers
Of the condescending trees
Of the dainty birds
Of the cool breeze

Speak to me of unsung novels
Of the rejected songs
Of the smashed guitars
Of the obnoxious trumpets

Speak to me of your distant memories
Of your hopeless aspirations
Of your unappreciated efforts
Of your seemingly insignificant presence

Speak to me of taboo perspectives
Of shunned personalities
Of existing gods
Of modern society

Speak to me of the inexplicable suffering
Of your death desires
Of your unheard cries
Of your weakening heart

Speak to me of unending love
Of blazing flames
Of transient emotions
Of eternal scars

Speak.
Speak to me.
Please speak to me.
Speak to me of anything.
I need to hear your voice.
The silence is unsettling.
Khiana Robinson Jul 2014
I suppose I never dreamed
that I would find
someone that understood
me.

But you.
You were different
You gave me that smile.
that honest, open, cheeky smile.

you looked me in the eye when we first met,
and you saw me.
and that’s when I knew,
that we’d be friends.

I try to avoid your eyes,
Because they make me squirm,
bright and shining, as clear as a pool of glass
and yet as deep as the rolling waves

But I find myself getting pulled in,
I get lost and can’t seem
nor am I willing
to stumble out again

You play many instruments,
too many to list
but you’re especially good at
tugging on my heartstrings

crafting music that
wraps around my head
that makes everything seem clear
and yet opaque, as if a fog

had clouded over my brain
and misted my eyes
letting the tears drip down
like a waterfall on my face

I cry for you.
And yet there is no way
I’d let the springs run dry.
Because I care.

Now, when I take the risk,
and look into the sapphires
that are your eyes,
I see storms approaching

Inevitable
no matter what I do
The thunder rumbles on
The lightening strikes soon after,

it terrifies me,
but all I can do is cling onto land
and pray that
I don’t lose you in the flood

I know you’ve cried an ocean of tears yourself
drowning yourself in your own sorrows
I know you’ve lost your only life-raft
but one day you can build another

Until then I’ll help you swim to shore
and although I’ve half-drowned myself in the process
All I know, is that if I’m going sink,
I’m lifting you until I know you’re safe

Because I may not be your life-raft,
But I’ll rescue you from the storm
I’ll stay with you through this one
and I’ll protect you through all the others

One day the skies will clear
And become a pale blue,
But that’s when I know to look away from your eyes,
and from the blinding sunshine that is you.
Just a little something I wrote while feeling wistful :)
Charlie Hazels Jun 2014
Sometimes I forget
The abuse.
Sometimes even the
Pain begins to fade.
But then I remember-
Knocking on my door at 9.45
On a Saturday night
Isn't normal
When I haven't seen you in 3 years.

and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear flows through my veins.
and i turn the TV up
and I pretend I can't hear you
and I cry silently.


Sometimes I think that I can
Move on.
Sometimes the barrier
Begins to fade.
But then I remember-
Parking outside my school
For a week
Isn't normal
When you don't even know my age.

and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear rushes through my veins.
and my escape plan is ready
and I won't walk alone
and I try to hide in the crowd.


Sometimes I think you've
Finally died.
Sometimes the fear
Begins to fade.
But then I remember-
Offering holidays just to me
And not your other daughter
Isn't normal
When we both chose to leave your life.

and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear rushes through my veins.
and my head is spinning
and I change my number
and I block you.


Sometimes the PTSD
Is gone.
Sometimes my childhood
Is rescued.
But then I remember-
A 30 mile bike ride
With no food or water
Isn't normal
When you're only 10 years old.

*and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear rushes through my veins.
and the insomnia takes hold
and I can't open my front door
and if you could get in you would.
This is a response to my teen years, which were and are filled with huge stress because of one person, who I spend my life avoiding. I can't wait to be free when I go to uni.
Hannah Anderson May 2014
You will learn how to sleep alone
how to avoid the cold corner but still fill a bed
always be friends with the broken people
they will teach you how to survive
you can love someone and hate them
all at once
you can
i have
you can miss them so much you ache
but still
ignore your phone when they hall
ignore them in the hall
You are good at something
whether it's making someone laugh or saying hello
don't ever let anyone tell you that you don't matter
you will always be hungry for love
always
even when someone is sleep next to you
you will envy the pillow touching their check
you will yearn for a love much bigger than you or i or him or her
you want a love of a higher power and a long life
you want serenity
and you want heaven
you want love
and life
and light
Alexandra Askew May 2014
Don't look up.
He'll see into your eyes once more.
Don't breathe.
Liquor of the night will drawn him back.
Don't just stand there.
Move, fight, get away!

Hide.
Just close your eyes, close the door
Hide.
Pray for an ending shot.
Hide.
If you can't find you, he'll be lost.

Blink, nod, smile.
Mask the feelings the swell in hatred.
Blink, nod, smile.
No answer to the past event.
Blink, smile, nod.
Put on the performance of a lifetime.

A plead that memories will leave you be.
2 out of 4 of "Stages of My Grief"
Tonight while trying to sleep
It finally occurred to me
You need change
To create memories.
Some people like those things
Usually when they are good
Make you smile force you to laugh
It seems most people like bad ones
Just look at all that pain
All that panic in the streets
Not in the whole wild world
Ive been places where there is only






And the rain always brings change
Especially in those places ive been
Where there are no streets- and
I cant easily move my mattress
Out into my own front room
Near my balcony , prop my door open
And listen to it drizzling into memory
Of me lying there pretending like
Im trying to sleep somewhere there is





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