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 May 2014 Talia M
MsMercedes
I just feel that the only way  
I can release my pain is through writing
I write my heart out in hopes
That it will bring me closure
Maybe some answers
Like why ?
Why is life so cruel to me ?
Why is it that when I lay in bed all I want to do is cry ?
Why is that I seem to mess up everything ?
Why is that everything seems to go wrong?
**Why ? Why ? Why ?
 May 2014 Talia M
Rod E Kok
Strong
 May 2014 Talia M
Rod E Kok
I’m strong, I can stand
against the buffeting winds
that try push me down.

        (I’m weak, too easy I fall,
       giving in to the pressure
       that mounts from within.)

In the face of your discrimination,
I’m courageous
       (I fear your abuse)

Yes, I am strong.
Though my gnarled hands
bend with age,
my roots…

        (break, there is no
       vigor left in me)

Sighing...my mind twists
that which should grow
into a solid foundation,
turning it into

        (groans of pain,
       mental anguish.
       Weakness takes over)

A tired thought dances
through dim light,
bringing some joy
into the
  
       (bleak. All I see are
       shadows. Mocking shadows.)

Once I believed I had it,
an inner strength to deal
with anything.

        (Like a mirage, my spirit
       couldn’t grasp what it needed.)

Now I envision…
no, I see what I truly am.

My hands are wringing,
I’m cold...so cold.

I am
not
strong.
This is the 7th piece I wrote in the Anxiety collaboration. This piece was the chosen one, until I wrote another piece. If you have read all 6 poems in this series, you will see a progression from dark to not so dark. Each piece has emotion, lots of it. I have to admit that this one was the hardest to write, as the emotion hit me very hard. I was mentally spent after writing and editing this (although there was very little editing to be done). As I was in my 'writing state of mind', I cried. Yes, dear reader, some poetry does that to me. I was overwhelmed by emotion. I have not yet figured out if the tears were borne from the poem, or if the words flowed out as a reaction to where my head was at. Maybe it just doesn't matter.

This poem is the 2nd last one in this series. I hope you enjoy it. I hope you, in some little way, took a journey with me. Maybe my words have revealed something in us that we don't want people to see. Maybe you just simply can't relate to any of it. And there is always the risk that you laugh at me and my words. This is all fine. I have grown. I have learned. Smiled and cried, I've run the gamut of emotion in this series of poetry. Please enjoy.

Rod E. Kok
April 2014
 May 2014 Talia M
Hayleigh
And those pretty little firefly's
that used to illuminate
the sockets of your eyes
must have been soaked up by your crys
must have fizzled out and died,
inside of you.
Because there's no longer
that burning light
that used to ignite a room
And put the stars to shame.
And since they died out,
you haven't been the same.

And honey, i can try to ignite them again,
With all i have,
But I've done all i can do
darling the match lies in you.
 Apr 2014 Talia M
1487
Help
 Apr 2014 Talia M
1487
It takes
everything
in me
not to
love
*you
 Apr 2014 Talia M
Renae
To take thee.....

     lying in pieces me

.          Two makes three.......

.                  yet,  tisn't we

.                           after all
.                
.                            who break free
 Apr 2014 Talia M
Trey Kha
Spark
 Apr 2014 Talia M
Trey Kha
Your mind is like a maze
I wouldn't mind getting lost in.
I'd purposefully take every wrong turn just so I could wander in your thoughts for just a little bit longer.
Your eyes are stars
and somewhere is a constellation looking to be completed.
Our lips are like clouds
and when it rains
you can find the spark you've been looking for when they touch.
 Apr 2014 Talia M
ishaan khandpur
We love the villains,
We love our villains.
Love the wrong doers',
The anarchists at our doors.
Just as long as they are not ours.

We'll support the gays,
And fight for all hate,
As long as they're not us.

We'll sing for a better world,
And light a candle for their souls.
As long as they're not us.

We'll like their wars,
And bring food to their doors.
As long as they're not us

We love their words,
But their words alone.
We'll never be,
Part of their soul.

We'll weep for their loss,
And march for their rights.
But remember just,
As long as they're not us.

— The End —