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Wuji Seshat Mar 2015
Emma’s Journey

Now no more the slanting rays
Of rain or snow, this poetry
Of weather charting the bright haze
Of days on Earth, sweeping melodies

Did your forget even for a time?
That our days here are limited?
Feel it slipping like an evening hymn
The months become years of lost moments

Most musical and to heaven extending
The loves ones leave us now
The Sun we once held so dear
Is softly descending, O Lord our waiting eyes

This universe as wide as the speed of light
These ***** nightly meditations for what
You would have become, little signs
Of creation and contemplation

While my world is growing dim
Now no more the crimson blaze
Of fiercely loving, give me wisdom
For these tragedies, of losing and loving

And starry pleasures of transcendent gestures
Encoded in art in private moments
Of what it feels like to be lost, anonymous
And solitary, the unexpected sleep
Of a youth dying before their course was set.
Yekaterina Ko Feb 2015
Grasping the wisps of dreams
Longing for the scent of hope
Chasing the ghost of whims

Gray clouds storm in as dreams shatter
the shards of glass cutting deep
with only pain as my friend.

No blood.

Just the numbing pain,
until I can no longer feel

The dull pain of what was
or what could have been.

Fighting that will to scream
or to agonize.

To fall on the ground for a demon
To imagine anything from then
Would that be weak?

To chase a ghost.
To chase the wisps of dreams.

To long for smoke.

y.k.
AmberLynne Feb 2015
I had lost sight of myself,
probably more than a little,
and now I'm having to fight
to get myself back again.

It's not easy finding out
which aspects are extraneous,
and it's a terribly sad process,
cutting out parts of yourself.

But the process is necessary
to pare it down to the
true individual within.

So it's been a mad method
of drunken nights and
evenings brimming with tears
that have propelled me along.

But with each drop
of alcohol down my throat
my mind clears up a bit.
And with each drop
of a tear down my cheek
my vision is a little less blurred.

I had lost sight of myself a little,
but I'm gaining ground every day
on who I'm really meant to be.
2.24.15
Alexandria Lewis Feb 2015
Who am I?
No one special
I promise.
No one you need to rush out
And meet.
Just..me.
Just a teen trying to figure out
The very question you ask me.

Who am I?
Someone very confused
I assure you.
Someone all alone,
Someone who's learning
To be independent
By dealing with being
Issolated.

Who am I?
Someone you should stay away from,
Believe me.
I ruin everything I even glance at,
People wilting under my
'Friendship'

Who am I?
I don't really know.
But I know I have
A Polluted Heart
And I'm no good
For your sunshiny ways.
Anneke Feb 2015
I want to get lost
in the moment
and the adventure.

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

What is the point
of everything I have done
when it's not something
I am head over heals in love with?

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

Everything is within grasp
but clenching my fist
and not letting the dream
slip
right through my fingers
is the hardest thing in the world
to do.

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

But how can I lose everything
in the wrong setting,
in the wrong circumstances,
and in the wrong way?

I want to lose everything around me
to find

myself.

It's a taste so mouthwatering
it burns,
which I can't remove
and don't want to.

I need to lose everything around me
to find
**myself.
Emily Rene Feb 2015
What the eye does not see,
the heart does not grieve for
But when the truth comes out,
it will always hurt more
Blinded by love, I failed to see
how much of an ******* you were to me
Perhaps too young, too crazy, & free,
but I'll never understand why you did that to me
They say if you love somebody,
then you should set them free
As you never came back,
I think it was meant to be
I am not bitter or angry anymore,
in fact my life has been better
since you walked out the door
I thank you for the gift in which you gave to me
A very special treasure, it truly is a pleasure
I gave you a chance,
in fact I gave you so many
But you couldn't be bothered
to even spend a penny
The door was still open, but nobody came
I should have known it would still be the same
It is not my place to play God with life,
but if you don't make the effort,
you're not worth the strife
Perhaps one day you might make the call,
to make the wrongs right, & not start a fight
I hope by then it's not too late,
but I suppose I can't change fate
I would like to think we are at peace with each other
At one point in time, you were my finest lover
Some people just aren't meant to be together,
but that doesn't mean you are lonely forever
Somewhere there is someone who dreams of your smile
& finds in your presence that life is worthwhile
So when you are lonely, remember it's true,
somebody somewhere is thinking of you

*& that someone is not me
He brought out the light she lost in the dark.
Always lost and alone she was scared of that spark
Thoughts in her mind made her feel destined to be alone
Pondering if someone would save her and bring her to a place called home.
He gave her that hope; though he was soon to elope
Helping her down her dark hollow road
She felt like she had a due that was to be owed
To show him his efforts where helping her grow;
She conquered her demons and put on a show,
Slowly but surely she made her own lights
No longer was she scared like before on those dark lonely nights
Thanks to that man who gave her hope and a spark
She found a place she calls home now that her life is so stark.
Just Alice Jan 2015
Beauty meant power
The princess has a King, who lead wars and conquered kingdoms, wrapped around her fingers
A prince, who slay mighty dragons and beasts, fall onto her feet
So when did beauty become a weakness?

Beauty meant safe
Moats and towers kept her from plain sight
Dwarfs and talking animals always run for her defense
So when did beauty become a threat?

When Beauty touches unholy ground
The dead goes up their graves
At the scent of beauty, not of brain

The darkness hid their rotten flesh
Her naivety masked their stench
Because in her eyes, they’re all the same
For they call her “Beauty”.

Their ***** nails dug to her flawless cheek
Making scars that could never heal
The lips that once called her “Beauty” burned like coals on her flesh
They grip her hair and drag her around, leaving a trail of ******’s blood

As the moon become hidden by clouds
The dead just left her on the ground
She screamed for help yet no one came
Because her face just wasn’t the same

For every rustling of the trees
And every blow of the wind
The fear inside her grew
That the dead will be back
But as the days passed by
They never did

Because she was no longer “Beauty”
And she was no longer wanted
She had no power
She was weak
She was unarmed
But she was no longer beautiful
She was safe
I wrote this after reading Don't Make Me Beautiful. It's a story of a beautiful girl who was abused because of her beauty.
Feel Jan 2015
my eyelids closed resembling a lazy curtain,
i drew a deep breath going into a lost world.
the journey was long; the abyss so deep,
so dark, so lonely.
and i was determined that i will find you,
in the midst of these shadows.
but i was more convinced that if i find you,
i will be just as lost.

seven years has passed,
i still have no idea where i am,
and then i realised,
i may have found you,
seven years ago.
Sombro Jan 2015
When life is like a river
A **** is all I feel
Stuck inside the flow of people
As they trickle past.

So few have left me wanting
So many have set me free
And I floated downstream with them a while
Until my roots found the mud again.

It's on occasion when I will see
A diamond droplet hidden in the water
Who turns to me,
Smashes into my stem

And I am diamond
I am air
They lift me with them
And we fly together in the sunblessed sky

Not many stop
And say hello
But only the best
May do so, I know.
A thought on life and people who are brave enough to become important to you. It takes a really special person to add to other people's lives without being asked for.
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