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Kelsey May Daly May 2016
In my youth, I came across an intoxicating friend
As quick as tiger, my friend emerged to my best
Never one without the other, permanently in my hand
My best friend guided me through life, momentarily erased the problems I had
My best friend unlocked my happiness, then allured it in a jar
Only to be released in vehemence, which mutated into truth
The truth haunted my family’s soul, I moaned secrets of antagonism never to be told
My mind went to war, my friend was getting old
but I was in too deep and couldn’t let go
I craved it’s company, the feeling it gave
But it lead me to destruction, depression and hate.
The people that cared, begged me to release
But it was out of grasp, out of my reach
Soon they let go, something I was ******* to
Now I was the one, shadowed by the truth.

As I tumbled down the lane, with a bottle in my hand
I was immune to pain, felt no blood in my veins.
Goose bumps replaced the ragged clothes that barely covered my skin
A ghost blurred my vision, but opened my eyes to sin
I only saw a jigsaw of contention, a forest of grief
Then I blacked out, my once best friend killed me.

I awoke in a daze, but new life set ablaze in my heart
The ghost floated away, and at last I saw the light
The shadows dropped and a refreshed beginning was in sight
The alcohol was no friend of mine, it stole my time to realize
I gazed at my friend, and softly smiled
This newfound enemy was condemned to die
With a smash of a bottle, a break of a heart
A splash of disease, a pool of blood
A life soon to be forgotten and a new life soon to be remembered.
About my dad
Ilhan Kacapor May 2016
The hammer always hit the nail on the head
Everytime they met the hammer attacked but the nail never even thought about striking back
The nail let the hammer feel strong around him
And even talk **** about him
The nail let the hammer be a hammer
Let him hammering while thinking he was better
Because the nail knew what was really going on
He knew that nails are not among,
tools who are just used once and then they are gone.
He knew he had to keep a chair together,
to keep a house from falling apart making safer so he knew he did matter

On the other hand he knew that you can hammer with anything,
you didn't need a hammer you could use many things

You can use a spoon a book or a stone
And when you are desperate soon you will use your foot or even your phone.
So the nail let the hammer figure out on his own,
how hard it is to hammer when you have nothing to hammer on.
Ilhan Kacapor May 2016
The old apple tree was happy...happy and strong
He was proud that he has stood in the same spot for so long,
and has been mastering the most devastating storms
while standing tall and always letting leaves sing their favorite song
about how fortunate they were to call the apple tree their home
praising him for surviving all these decades on his own.

One day a man passed by
picked up an apple and straighten his suit
bite in the sour apple and choose to forget his manners and be rude by being unappreciative and throwing away the fruit.

But the apple tree kept smiling eventhough he surely did care
but he knew that life was never fair
So he never let a pair of uncaring people create out of his happiness great despair

Once a leaf asked him how he never lost fun,  
how he kept shining like the sun,
no matter how many bad days he had to overcome

The apple tree smiled and said: "Jusz look and humankind,
look at them for a minute and count how many flaws you will find.
They fumble through life not knowing what to do
Then they stumble over small obstacles on their route
Later they mumble how they never did what they were supposed to
And at the end they crumble because they realize how an unfullfilled life can feel cruel.
I always knew why I am here,
never felt empty never experienced that fear
The only thing is I had always to stay at the same place
unlike the human race who posseses the unmatched ability to move through space
but never utilized it worrying about the problems they wexistence

So how can I not be happy knowing the true meaning of my existence
They eternally talk about brofliance and think that they have to stuggle to get excellence
And now just imagine them knowing what they were here for,  how fast they would expierence the purest form of resiliance
Holly Owen Oct 2015
I fell into a deep abis,
But today, no one noticed.
I laughed at myself until the tears rolled down my cheeks,
But today, no one noticed.
I allowed my thoughts to swallow my soul until I could longer feel,
But today, no one noticed.
Today, no words feel my lips and no thoughts were expressed but still, I was slowly dying and no one noticed.
lucy winters Oct 2015
Every battle takes its toll
I used to pride myself
on my resilience
but every bite has left its mark
and its a hard won fight
if this is what winning looks like
looking around at what is
left over
in the aftermath
of the hard fought wars
this may not be victory after all
scared Jul 2015
The ***** back in play.
The crowd is cheering.
You're under pressure.
You freeze.…………



The pitch is thrown.
You swing and miss.
Strike one.
The ball is thrown....
You let it go.
Strike two.
People in the stands yelling and screaming.
The pitch is thrown.
You swing and you hit it.
Home run.


The first homerun of your life.
The more mistakes you make the more you learn and get better at it.
Dan McGowan Jun 2015
lay back and relax
go along with what the stream
will give me
sometimes fast
sometimes slow
a snag or two
to keep me grounded
watch the dappled shadows
the canopy of leaves
through closed eyes
perfect state of being
water drips with weird sound
wakes me from my splendor
turn my head
come face to face
with rutting buck
that snorts across my mug
the startled deer
has startled me
just glad to keep it upright
stag turns and runs
quiet restored
left with vision of his eyes
and the quickly narrowed pupils
Bintu Tunkara Jun 2015
We all stopped looking
stopped looking for the monsters
the monsters we saw in the movies
the monsters that we thought were going to get us
the ones we thought were real
they are real
they will get us
but they are not under the bed
nor are they in the closet
oh no
they are not hiding behind the curtains
they are hiding inside of us
so BEWARE
Bintu Tunkara Jun 2015
We are all in the same game
just different levels
dealing with the same hell
just different devils
crying the same rain
just different clouds
feeling the same pain
just different falls
failing the same humanity
just different classes
we have the same lies
just different truths
same mind
just different body
same stars
just different universe
same start
just different ending
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