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 Jan 2014 William
Lola Roe
Cracked foundation,
Stone cold,
Here is my story,
Which I left untold.

Battling through,
Pain and fake smiles,
Walking alone,
Miles apon miles...

Fighting my demons,
Fighting the wind,
Hair in my mouth,
Goosebumps on my skin.

As I look up,
My eyes open wide,
Shaken and blue,
I walk inside.

Smoke in the air,
Sugar on my lips,
Flashback of memories,
Of all the things which I've missed.

I see my picture,
Hung up high on the wall,
I break down in tears,
To the ground I fall.

I raise my head,
A woman I see,
This isn't my mother,
But who is she!?

Her face so white,
She knows who I am,
She screams 'Daniel',
This woman understands,

I reach for the door,
I hear a loud cry,
I turn to see,
Daddy's crying eyes.

I run into his arms,
All my pain disappeared,
No more worry,
No more fears.

I hold on tight,
I can't let go,
I regret my mistakes,
This Daddy does know.

-----

Running away,
From doing wrong,
Isn't the answer,
You must be strong.

See Daddy said to me,
'See life as black and white,
Something's come easy,
Sometimes you must fight.'

Fight for you,
Fight for what you believe,
Live your life to the full,
Love, laugh and dream.
 Jan 2014 William
Amanda
Somewhere, in me.
I am hurting.

Tiny splinters of pain, flicks of tears here and there.

Little untitled somethings smarting my everywhere.

My lips.
I can't speak.
Beneath my eyelids.
I don't want to see the world just yet.

The wizened and creased edges of my heart.

Odd thing is, I cannot even
whisper
it
in your ear.

Even if,
you are the only one who will ever know.

Simply because I know
you
are
hurting
*too.
x
 Jan 2014 William
Jeremy Duff
I guess this could be a romantic poem
but I quit smoking a week ago,
and a poem ain't romantic unless the poet is sitting alone, in the cold, smoking a cigarette and wishing his memories of her could burn with the cigarette. Which is, coincidentally, the last cigarette in his pack.
And besides, my insides have been feeling more hollow than ever, and a poem is only romantic if the writer is feeling romantic.

But I remember, about two weeks ago, not wanting to be trapped in the confines of these blank white walls, I went for a little walk. It was cold and I was smoking the last cigarette in my pack.
My eyes chances upon the stars and a deep unrest fell within my stomach. I thought of you, as I had been often doing, as I always do when I look at the stars. Not desiring life, and only wishing to sleep forever, I began walking home.
I crushed the cigarette under my boot and wished I could do the same with the small part of my heart that you still mercilessly hold.
 Jan 2014 William
Brielle O'Brien
Many tell me,
That if I can never love myself,
I can never love another,
But this heart beats
Solemnly for love
to be pumped
Throughout my veins
into my blood stream
Filling my body
Keeping me alive
I was created
To love
But the love I have
That is circulating
Through me,
Simply isn't enough love
To learn to love
a
monster
Before I can love
You
 Jan 2014 William
Victoria S
I just spent 10 minutes flipping aimlessly through the blank pages of my journal;
Daydreaming,
Longing desperately,
For a day when I will fill them with endless scratches of ink that document in detail the extravagance of the journeys that you and I are enjoying and the love that has swept us oh so hurriedly away.
I'm waiting.
 Jan 2014 William
Cassandra R
him:*      if i were there, i'd be a tourist, you know.
me:       and i'd kiss you longer than i've kissed any tourist.
him:      if you kissed me, i'd be the last tourist you kissed.
 Jan 2014 William
Elizabeth Ann
You were lost
In darkness and drugs
When we became friends
And you learned I don't judge
Now you call me your angel
A light in the dark
Because while we were friends
I rescued your heart

But that was just a coincidence

When you and I grew apart
Friend of fourteen years
We still were friends
But we knew not our fears
But when I got myself in trouble
With boys and love and kissing
You told me to slow down
Because there was a lot I was missing
Our friendship had dissolved
And almost gone away
And I was attempting to fill your space
But now you meet me halfway

But that was just a coincidence

I was sitting on my bed
Entranced in my book
When I picked up my phone
And gave it a look
So I texted you up
To make sure you were okay
But you said you were cutting
And wanted to die where you lay
I came over that night
To lay by your side
"Please don't be alone"
I wanted to cry

But that was just a coincidence

Except,
I don't believe in coincidences anymore
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