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 May 2014 Et cetera
mvssbecvming
But, the you that I knew will not be forgot.
 May 2014 Et cetera
Mr X
Penance
 May 2014 Et cetera
Mr X
Pain has its pleasure.
Tears have a reason.
My sadness I deserve.
And suffering I must endure.
 May 2014 Et cetera
JJ Elias
You bring your head closer to my chest,
And as my heart beats against your eardrums ,
It makes a kind of music only the two of us can hear.
 May 2014 Et cetera
Lexie
Edges
 May 2014 Et cetera
Lexie
I refuse to let go
Of the dark cliff
Before the sun rises
Scribbling of pens
The smell of paper
People wonder
Why I stay there
In my sanctuary
Of quiet and calm
Typing away
At my old battered laptop
The words flow freely
The thoughts do not
This has no rhythm
Nor any rhyme
But I like the way it is
Just fine.
I like it here
 May 2014 Et cetera
LN
Don't shame young girls
who want to express their lives
in metaphors and mellifluous poetry.
They perceive words
as fireflies that shine
on their lonely nights
and it makes them feel alive.
Let them be.
I read somewhere that people shame young girls over their love of poetry and their attempt to compare themselves to 'storms' or whatever. It's not fair. Everyone copes in a different way, and shaming someone for something that they like makes you horrible. Plus, it's poetry! People should express as they like.
 May 2014 Et cetera
Nirali Shah
I loathe definitions
Meaningless words
To describe something
Which means much more than those rambling letters
Trying so hard
To compete
And make their way
To someone's
Non-receptive ears..
To describe
Something so abstract
Without a designated word
A feeling placed on a pedestal
Ready to be either accepted or euthanized
Different than any other
Doesn't need words
It is independent
Doesn't need comfort
Of a single syllable
But yes
It  needs the reciprocity
Otherwise..
What does one do with orphaned feelings?
There is no orphanage
There are only graves
And someone to shed tears
May 21,2014
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