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 Jun 2015 Alex
Chloe-123-x
Suicide
 Jun 2015 Alex
Chloe-123-x
I have a rope downstairs
I could wring it round my neck
I have some pills by my bed
It'd be a quick and easy death

I could go and buy some duct tape
Wrap it tightly round my face
Cut off all circulation, and
Fall into death's embrace.
--
"Have you considered suicide?"
"Of course not, why would I?"
 May 2015 Alex
Javaria Waseem
It was not a pleasant day, I’ll agree to that
When another nightmare woke me up from sleep.
I looked around to see where I was
I was not sure if it was real or another dream.

I picked up my phone and walked outside.
And what I saw, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I saw everyone lying; injured or dead .
God! It was a horrible sight to witness.

A thick red air was what I was breathing.
I looked around to find traces of reality.
“It’s another nightmare.” I kept telling myself.
As I tried to find a way to wake up again.

An old woman stared me as if I was the culprit.
I felt so guilty that I wanted to escape.
But there was no way so I climbed up to the roof.
I thought, “That’s how I’ll know the truth.”

I woke up again but in a hospital this time
With a pain so intense, I thought I was dying.
“What is wrong with her?” someone asked the doctor.
“Poor little girl, she has lost her mind.”
 May 2015 Alex
Steph Dionisio
I recall how you tried to peek.
You were there with us,
and you hardly speak.

It was me who made a move,
for us to become friends.
Then something between us improved.

The bond became so tight,
and that was you whom I looked for.
Those were the days it seemed so right.

Your feelings got deeper;
you assumed for more.
Hoping for things to become sweeter.

I began to be opened and it felt good.
I strived for something new, but...
it became complicated and we misunderstood.

Then a day came,
where everything was so silent.
No whisper of each others name.

The feeling that once became mutual,
is now forgotten.
By words, things could become fatal.

No, I don't regret that kind of relation,
for somehow it taught me numerous things.
And by the next time, it won't be another temporary affection.

*-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015
I am my sister’s silence
                And hand me downs
                The dry skin under her eyes
                 And the holes in her stockings
I am my brother’s mistakes
                And broken pencil leads  
                His empty room
                 And his unfinished books
I am my mother’s tears
                 And her poems
                Her paint water
                 And the map above her desk
I am my father’s laugh
                And discard cigarettes
                The sunflower seeds beneath his bed
                And his mother’s jade
I am my parent’s lost love
                Born from coffee foam
                Floating above bitter
                Easy to swallow
                But difficult to describe
I am a child
              I am easily bruised
             And like my scars
             My smile will fade
We kept going, without looking back
but you and i both knew they were on our track
so we drove faster with sirens blaring behind,
and now its too late because we made this mistake.
So lets love our last love and end this together.
drive me past the city limits
and lets lay on the hood of your car
you can put your hand on my chest
and feel my heart imploding
just like the stars we are pretending
to watch in the nights sky,
a million kilometers away.....
and already dead.
 May 2015 Alex
Joyce
untitled II
 May 2015 Alex
Joyce
i.
last week you were sitting by your window watching the sun melt into a thousand shades of darkness and you thought of her. you still remember how she always smelled like lavender and roses and peonies and freshly mowed grass and rain - a living breathing walking talking singing dancing growing but ever so slowly dying garden. you suppose she must've smelled like cigarettes as well, since she went through a pack a week, and the whiskey she laced her coffee with and the teabags she used as toothbrushes, but all you can remember is the garden of her mind and the green of her thumbs that planted flowers in-between your ribs and turned your blood to a breeding ground for aphids. a single lotus flower can live for a thousand years. a single memory can live even longer.

ii.
on the train ride to paris she didn't think of you, instead she counted all the prime numbers from one to one thousand and kissed a boy with oceans for eyes. you came home to an empty house in february, a receipt for valentine's day roses still fresh in your wallet. all of your belongings were still there, tainted with the memory of her - the set of calligraphy pens she got you for hanukkah, the sweater of yours she would always wear in the mornings after *** while drinking coffee and filling out the crossword. the endless number of bobby pins she'd left in your bedroom were still there, littering your floor like land mines. you found the flowers she planted in your veins tossed in the trash, and you spent hours pulling each petal from its receptacle and deciding that if she'd ever loved you she would have chosen something gentler than forget-me-nots to sew into your veins. the seeds of a lotus flower must be cracked before they can be planted, must be broken to allow the water to seep into them and breathe possibility into their veins. your heart is cracked, have you blossomed yet?
 May 2015 Alex
eyy
Fairy Tales
 May 2015 Alex
eyy
A childish dream I thought as
Time slowly adopts me with its loving embrace.
Taking me piece by piece
Replacing it with hope and purpose

As moments pass by,
Fantasy became my friend.
Forming me into one's knight in shining armor
Making me believe perfect stories existed
Until I met Reality

Reality showed me every pain from every Fantasy's beauty.
It took every piece of me
Just to let me know what's it like to be empty.

Broken, I wish I had a perfect story
But Reality gave me something Fantasy didn't
The Truth

Time fixed me after I met those two
Giving me new pieces to start again
To dream as Fantasy once taught me and
To live as Reality showed me
Because even tragedies can become
Beautiful Fairy Tales.
 May 2015 Alex
eyy
Hollow
 May 2015 Alex
eyy
I never knew how painful love can be
Before we had crossed
That one-way street.
As we walked along the messed up city road,
Covered with dust and asphalt,
My body decided to crumble as it inhaled every
Broken promises exhaled by your past lovers,
Now hiding underneath
Thin sheets of winter night covers
Just to feel the freedom of warmth you took from them

But I didn't mind as we continued walking
On that one-way road
Not really knowing where to go

I never knew how painful love can be
Before we had decided where to eat.
As we sat under the dim light,
Your face became brighter
Due to the fact you would rather
Face your phone
Than face me

But I didn't mind,
Maybe I just got used to you ignoring me

I never knew how painful love can be
After you used me to
Get out from your problems
When I had to bail you
Out because of your own addictions
When I willingly accepted every nightmare
You cast upon me just so I could comfort you
With every dream I had left in me

Only then did I fully realized how painful love can be
When you told me that my love was empty
When you felt that my promises were pointless
But you never realized that it was
Your love that was hollow.
This poem isn't about me. It's just a random poem I made
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