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 May 2013 Tessa F
Robyn
Cruel
 May 2013 Tessa F
Robyn
I fall
And you kick me when I'm down
And I fall and I fall
And just when I stand back up again
You push me down
With words of love and acts of kindness
Why are you messing with my mind?
In love with you so long, so fast
And I thought it'd finally passed
But when I'm gone and home alone
You hit me up, you call my phone
"Where are you?" you ask, with real concern
Don't make me fall in love again
His face is a stove, my hands will burn
I don't want to fall in love, to take the bait
You smile and laugh and whisper softly in my ear
*It's too late
 May 2013 Tessa F
Ashley
We are born
blank slates.
We know nothing of this
hate filled world
this love filled world
this world itself
is mystery.
I see my niece
she is not two months
but I fear for what she will
soon experience.
I want to build
a better world.
to keep her safe
to keep her 8
almost 9! year old sister
safe.

But I fear the fight
is just too great.
To go against
all the world has thrown.
To go against
all that I must take.
I can't fight
this battle alone.
I **** it with kindness.
Kindness to strangers
hoping that they will
do the very same.
hoping they will
take up the reigns
fight this battle
with me
today.

Because a better tomorrow
is all I ask.
A better tomorrow
for the children.
It's too late
for my generation.
We know the fear
of terrorists.
of the economy.
of each other.
of drugs.
of guns.
of people who are
"different".
And so on...
But I wish that we
as a whole
as a generation
as a people
as a global community
can look past what we had
can look past what we want
to be kind to one another
to be kind for the future.
Because that's all I ask
do something kind
be someone kind
do kind works.

I know that it goes
against some people's
very nature.
to be kind
to do kindness.
but that is part of the battle.
that is part of our fight.
fight ourselves
internally
no each other
to do kindness
to help the world.

This may seem
just another preachy
overly optimistic poem.
But I have known abuse
unkindness, terror
pain and heartbreak.
If I can work past it,
I believe you can too.
I saw the first few lines of my good friend Eric's poem in my feed, and was inspired.
 May 2013 Tessa F
Ting-Jun
(glow in the dark stars)
A pack costs two dollars
But the joy it brings is worth manyfold.
They laugh,
Calling me immature, childish.
But have you ever been afraid of the darkness the way I am?
When the dark arrives, so does isolation,
and emptiness and hate and pain and self-loathing.
That's all I know of darkness,
so leave my packet of stars be,
they watch over me when no one else will.

(dreamcatchers)*
A bit of string, a few feathers,
and perhaps a bead or two.
Call it superstition, but I believe.
Because nightmares aren't just bad dreams to me,
they are possible glimpses into the future, where desolation dominates,
where the monsters in my head are as real as you and me,
and they tower over and hunt me.
Be sure not to break the string,
for they say all the bad dreams
will be released into the real world.
 May 2013 Tessa F
DieingEmbers
Your eyes
may have captured
my teardrops

and

your lips
may have mouthed
my words

but

your kindness drew me to you
long before your arms
took hold.
This is how the 10w picture me crying came about
 May 2013 Tessa F
DieingEmbers
The Googly Goo and the Boogly Boo
set of one day for war

but the Boogly Boo and the Googly Goo
did not like what they saw

the Boogly Boo to the Googly Goo
said sod this let's have tea

and the Googly Goo to the Boogly Boo
said yes  and smiled sweetly


:)
Make Tea Not War
 May 2013 Tessa F
fdg
Oops.
 May 2013 Tessa F
fdg
I guess blood stains,
and if you peel off your fingers it's hard to write with them anymore.
If you cut out your thighs it's hard to walk on them anymore.
If you slice up your hips it's hard to rotate them anymore.
The lightning keeps hitting,
blowing craters into my chest,
and some nights I hollow my heart out and let its remains soak into my sheets.
Those are the nights that I cry and think of you,
I think of you to fall asleep
because you are the only thing that has not broken my heart yet.


Oops.
 May 2013 Tessa F
Ting-Jun
Plain
 May 2013 Tessa F
Ting-Jun
I'll never write those heart wrenching poems or lyrics.
I'll awkwardly stumble over my emotions in hope that you'll fall in love with me.

People won't look up to me, girls won't envy me.
But I promise I'll love you with all my heart.

I'll never be noticed in the shadows
(perhaps it's for the best).
Never be more than a follower.
I'll be content with you by my side instead.

I'm that spare part that was never needed
because the machine was already perfect as it was.
But if you're missing something, that part might just be me.
Can't particularly decide if I really like this or really don't. Feedback please?
 May 2013 Tessa F
Omar Abo Shama
The concert was about to finish ..

And now it's her turn ..

With her instrument ..

With her golden saxophone ..

The lights were diminished ..

And she started playing her favorite musical note ..

With her heart that is full of feelings ..

And her closed eyes ..

In her special world ..

The air goes out from her lungs softly like tears ..

And the great audience feels every tone ..

She doesn’t see them ..

She doesn’t hear their clap ..

Only his soul that is around ..

And Only his voice that is heard ..

Then his beautiful smile ..

With tears in his eyes , He said ''You're the best''

Then she looked at her saxophone ..

And remembered years ago ..

At one of their nights ..

During one of their phone calls ..

- You know babe , I adore the Saxophone ..

- Really ?

- Yeah , it's my favorite instrument ..

- Hold on ..

- What's this noise around you ?

- Nothing just my family ..

- Hmmm , didn't they sleep ?

- No , gonna call you after sometime ..

- Ok no problem ..

And after sometime he called her back ..

- Now tell me what will you do when you get a saxophone ..

- Haha , I really don't know but I've never thought about having one before ..

As they used to do , He started telling her a story before sleeping ..

She doesn't care about any stories ..

She just loves listening to his voice ..

She stays silent ..

To listen and feel ..

Every single word ..

And while listening , The call was over ..

She did a call again and again ..

No answer ..

She called his home ..

No answer ..

Again and again ..

No answer ..

The phone was ringing away from his sleeping house ..

Without his family noise that didn't exist ..

Among a lot of people ..

In his crushed car ..

Between his dead body ..

And

*That New Golden Saxophone
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