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 Dec 2018 Kylie
Aman Dahiya
On one edge sat my father, in his white vest and messy hair,
On the other was my mother, with a frown and a stare,
When these words came out from her without any hesitation, not even slight,
‘Go ahead, Aman, you can commit suicide.’
All I kept wanting was my little sister to never know about ****,
When they said, ‘We can go through that pain as well.’
Parents are always there
Always letting you know they care
In the darkness they are the light,
They can make even the darkest days bright.

Earwigs, roaches and spiders, they’re not scared of any
For our happiness they’d trade every penny.
They scare away the monsters from beneath our bed,
“I’ll love you forever” they’ve often said.

They also nag and give us curfews
More and more responsibilities to review
“No going on dates till your 16”,
When you go out fill the car with gasoline

They always tell us to shoot for the stars,
Who knew love could be so hard.
No matter how much you hated them and thought they were wrong,
You still miss them when they are gone.

Parents will forever be our friends,
And love us unconditionally till the end.
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 Nov 2018 Kylie
Aisha
please tell my heart to simmer down
i can’t hear myself think
over all of this noice it’s making.
it bubbles and boils and makes my skin itch with the urge to **** it.
please take my heart away.
i can’t bear the burden of it again.
it feels so heavy, like someone buried it six feet under, but i can still feel it.
it’s like it’s calling out to me from underneath. it wants me to help it
but i can’t. i put it under there myself
and i lost the map
 Nov 2018 Kylie
Ashari Ty

I'm sorry

That I used to like you
And you
And you

But really, I am sorry
That infatuation took over
But I needed to be sober

Sober from my alchoholic
memories of her
A shipwreck I can't get over




And I still can't get over.
can't.

and now they'd know i'm so done hahaha rip

t a b a n g m g a d i y o s
 Nov 2018 Kylie
Alex B
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
 Nov 2018 Kylie
S
i guess i just don't have much to say anymore
because silence is just so peaceful
 Oct 2018 Kylie
Makayla Jane
Mine
 Oct 2018 Kylie
Makayla Jane
Out of all the hearts you could break, why did it have to be mine?
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 Oct 2018 Kylie
Yellow Moonlight
The throbbing, consuming see
Filling and emptying, bear.
Rushing-- riptide -- ravaging, flea!

It does not dry,
It does not sate,
It serves not to berate

The pushing, pressuring sea
Cleaning and dirtying, bare.
Calming. Candor. Caressing, Be.
homophones
 Oct 2018 Kylie
Taylor
may 24, 2017
last suicide attempt
everyone blamed you
it was him
he hurt you
why do you even talk to him still?

you were never the reason
you broke up with me that night
and i snapped
the only thing that kept me happy
left
and i had
zero reason to
live

it was never your fault...
 Oct 2018 Kylie
Omnya0
Delete
 Oct 2018 Kylie
Omnya0
Everything I write, everything I draw; delete

The things I create, I cannot complete

Is it being insecure or being lazy?                                                            ­                                                                 ­     

I don't know how to be a productive lady                    

I feel ******                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                  

Since I can't anything executed

My work lives in the recycling bin

It's close in resemblance to a din

The backspace key is faded

My soul is abraded

I hate that I can't articulate

Does anyone else relate?

At least this poem is finished but it has no real end                                                              ­                                

I hope it shows what I intend
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