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Taylor White Jun 2017
If we bruised where we ached we'd all see a different kind of beautiful. With corrupted skin of a mapped out past, maybe wed have a better understanding. We have the marks of blue solar systems across our heavy heads, circles over each knot in our spines, bruises in the shape of cuts from being stabbed in the back.there'd be deep navy in the outstretched tips of our fingers from yearning. From reaching from holding on and letting go color blooming on the soles of our feet from walking and walking and running with inconsistencies well have battle marks across our chests dark purples splattered on the left of our racing hearts necks hold dark fingerprints from the ache of being choked by soft things that shouldn't hurt but if we bruised where we ached we wouldn't  be able to hid and maybe just maybe and only then you'll realize the lie in im fine.
Sandoval Jun 2017
I'm
I'm as sad as they come.

As lonely as they get, and,

weird as they can be.

You decide if you stay or leave.


*Sandoval
Sarah Jun 2017
Good luck staying afloat
I understand it’s hard
But I believe that you are worth it
So here, take my hand
It's okay if you make me cry
It just means I'm worried about you
I’m glad I get to worry about you
I know that everything hurts
But it will all wind up fine
We can get through this together
Feliz G May 2017
It always seems like I ignore you,
It seems like I don't care.
I hate you so much,
but I know I don't at all...

I don't know what's the problem.
You did nothing wrong.
Don't let me believe anything I say.
It's just the voices in my head...
They're telling me you won't care, and I'm starting to believe them.
Ken May 2017
Apathetic, thats the word to describe
That frozen chunk of flesh and blood
That's entombed inside
That hollow shell of a ***
Descriptive poem series
mars May 2017
he calls me love when he's mad

his sweetheart when he's sad

he calls me a wilting flower in the sun

a fragile broken piece of glass when we're done.


He brings me blossoms in the spring

in the fall, always nothing

in the winter he leaves my toes cold

but my heart is always a bit too bold

and in the morning it reaches out

and is left to wander home a different route.

I lay in bed, lost at night

not knowing if his love for me is right

for when the morning comes and all is light

I never miss him, or his plight.
im not good at rhyming, im sorry
Alyssa May 2017
Dear Ex-Best Friend,
Remember all the times we spent together,
everyday started with meeting before classes started because that was the only
time we could talk until lunch,
remember all the times we laughed so hard we cried?
Do you remember all the times we had to hold one another in times of the need
because we thought all we had was each other?
Yeah.. Me too.
We spent all the time in the world texting and calling each other.
Things changed a little since I got a boyfriend,
but I never replaced you.
You always had a special place in my heart, and I think you always knew that.
We drifted apart, like two boats at sea.
You switched back to the school you came from,
and it felt like my life had just sunk.
Suddenly I was all alone in the hallways,
Coming in to school was like hell,
Seeing the spot we used to stand in,
Occupied by another set of best friends,
Or maybe two high school sweethearts- Making out like there's no one around.
It was so lonely without you.
You seemed happier where you were though, and at that time, that was all that mattered to me.
I walked the hallways with a sad, sorrowful look.
Teachers frequently asked if I was sick, or if I needed to lay down.
Suddenly I was that one kid that everyone wanted to pick and beat on. (Again.)
I was incredibly lonely at school, I couldn't even sit with anyone at lunch because I was so hated by so many people for reasons I didn't even know.
Come upon my junior year I got a month and a half into the school year before
I switched to the school that you went to.
I was reunited with my best friend,
Life seemed so good.
I was with my boyfriend, and my bestfriend.
It felt like nothing could stop me from gaining happiness.

You began going through boyfriends,
They would come,

and they would go.

I was put second to all of them.
There were days I was so depressed I didn't function correctly,
and all we would talk about is what you and your boyfriend did the previous night.
I was so happy that you were happy,

but I think I forgot the definition of "Happiness."
Everyday was full of being ignored and having guys' push past me so they could hug you while I sat in the sideline just waiting there, tears filling in my eyes because I realized that I wasn't significant to my best friend any more.
I couldn't help but wonder what I did wrong.
I got tired of feeling this way,
I grew up, and realized that highschool isn't meant for gaining the love and affection of people.
I proceeded to end the friendship because it wasn't making me happy anymore.
I understand that a true friend stays there through everything but in no way, shape, or form did I deserve to be kicked to the curb like a diseased puppy.

It hurt, It hurt like a *****.


But ultimately , I'm gonna be okay in the end.

And I hope she ends up okay, too.
But, just be okay without me.
not really a poem but eh.
Reagan May 2017
I AM
Equality, Art, Doom
I feel like nature and humanity are interconnected
Fairness, isolation, and kindness are important to me
Only true love is in your head.
Isolation can be bad, but it's needed sometimes
I'm ready for the end.
Only Damien can heal my pain.
I want to be free
I AM
Reagan
2017
mars May 2017
there is no way in hell that im going to tell you about how i'm in love

no way in hell that i'll tell you about that smile

hidden, private, just for me

his fingers, soft yet firm on the dimples of my back

combing through my hair

brushing my neck

there is no way I'll tell you about his silence

strong, assertive, present

or his eyes

deep, dark, daring

but I will tell you this

he is every empty spot in my heart

every broken rib in my chest

every smile on my lips
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