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Eleanor Jan 2018
The sun rises and empties it's soft morning light into your bedroom window
The warm yellow hues fall gently upon the bed we lay in
The mismatch pillow cases of astronomy and pale white linen
Your long, lean legs tangled in sheets and your brown eyes closed lightly
You inhale and exhale the fantasies that are tangled in my mind
Your cigarette smell lingers and my head fills with the clouds you puff
I don't know if I love you yet
I don't know if you can love me enough
Mazen Edlibi Dec 2017
Holding The Pen and closing my eyes, making my Heart opens his book in pain!

Listening to that Melody calling me loudly to hear the unsaid words, makes all lines shake in fear!

Space and every Element surrounding that space lead to hold my trembled Heart to Fade in Illusion!

Questioning my Reasons....

Questioning my Versions i went through and became....

Questioning the Purpose I have every Now and Then....

Questioning "Should I go Further than this Point that I reached?"...

The Sun is hiding behind those shy Clouds, trying to keep the Light of A Road from being Seen!

And I'm Questioning....

What is behind that Road?
Lin Dec 2017
Can someone say
Just spell it out
What these thoughts are
What these dreams are
What game do I play
What does it all mean

Am I going insane
Or like the others
How they are so plain

I don’t want anymore of this
These confusing riddles
And rhymes
That no one understands

Just say it
No matter how bland
All I want
Is an answer
Something I can understand

The thing is
No one can’t
No matter how hard they try
The part about being plain and bland are about being told that it’s normal and just hormones acting up. Anyone I tell will just say that. I don’t think it is, but I have always been a drama queen. It could be, but I don’t know.
Mazen Edlibi Dec 2017
When the Silence became the only Resort!
When no Places else to be visited!
When words are small enough not be be seen!
Then...
What Space is left is a space not to breath!
Being Lost won't be defined!
Then...
You start questioning your Silence!
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
I’m trying too hard
But I’m not trying hard enough
Confused
On what I should and shouldn’t do
Conflicted
On my emotions towards others
And towards myself

I love
Then I hate that I love
I wonder if I truly love
Or if I just want love
Desperate
To have that love from someone else
And for that love to be mutual

Repetition
Everything I’m going through
I’ve already been through
Questioning
Whether or not it’ll go through again
Expecting something different
Hoping for something different
It feels good to have taken the emotions out of me and put them onto a paper
Wishing that they'd never come back
Skylar Keith Dec 2017
What is it?
Who is it?
Where is it?

Those are things only you can answer
The individual decides what home is to them
Comfort and safety
ab Dec 2017
the envy of water is truer than i
ever imagined it being. i can look
through you, i can see the charade
you are playing every moment

i reminded you i existed under
you, that i needed air and room
to breathe in the starlight of his
voice and the thickness of the sky

and i see you push me away, repress
me further into oblivion until i cannot
see the light for which i yearn, the
dampness of a tomb is all which reaches

this far down. and i know that to you-
and for you- at least this time, i am small
and insignificant. you are afraid of me and
the voice i possess and the cracks in your shield.

you can't put me away for much longer.
not unless you want to wonder why i
am around every corner shaking you until
you are afraid to move, why i cannot stop

thumping on your chest until the hurricane
on your tongue hushes itself and dissolves
into a perpetual calm, or why the mildness
of winter can't invoke a reaction anymore.

you colored me a funny shade
of aquamarine

but you faded me out until
i was more infinity than ivory.
~gosh gosh gosh gosh
ArC Nov 2017
I am afraid,
But who isn't?
I am strong,
When they say I shouldn't.
I am pain,
In joyful situations.
I am tired,
During normal recreations.
I am lost,
Without my navigation.

I am fearless,
But no-one believes it
I am meek,
When strength is needed.
I am happy,
During ones bereavement.
I am alert,
With shadows creep'n.
I am found,
But who really believes me.

Who am I?
Amber Nov 2017
If I just let my mind wander
It brings a sense of peace in a time full of chaos
It is the end of the semester and big projects are becoming eminent
But here I am
Have not begun to start on them
Need rough drafts due next week but
Don’t know where to even start
If i ask for help will I be looked down on?
Probably not
But why is it so hard to ask for help
Is it because I’ve always had to be self-reliant?
At one point does someone learn to ask for help
The problem being I don’t even know what I need help with
Thoughts of ending life are at the back of my mind
But I have so much I can learn still
How do you quiet down the voices in your head
Maybe there is a reason that
I need to ask for help
How did I get here?
So far behind in everything feeling inadequate
Wondering if there is a place to rebuild myself
Would talking to a counselor help?
Honestly what can they do besides tell me to stop
Stop working so much
Focus on school
It’s not that easy
I need a living to survive
I need income to maintain
Maintain my bills
My accounts are all at zero
Zero how I feel about myself
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