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 Nov 2014 Lexie
Creep
It hurts most because I finally let you in,
trusted you,
and fell for you as you told me
"I didn't abandon you. I promise.
I would never do that."

All the talks of dating each other
and how we were meant for each other,
it all became insignificant.

But you left me astray, broken, and with no explanation.

I just need someone I can trust,
who will always be there no matter what.
Is that too hard to ask?
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Murphy Lynne
Free
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Murphy Lynne
I want to do better
I want to live life freely
Like we all were created
For freedom
Freedom from the devil's hand
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Joseph Schneider
He sits being torn through words of scorn
The realisation is starting to form

Through broken letters of hate and neglect
One finds his own inner respect

Now understands what they call "forgiveness"
Even though these lines are relentless

They're broken attempts to dismay his heart
These segregate demons apart

For he is now a growing system
Growing stronger in rhythm

Accepting light in new places
Welcoming new faces

All he desires is be the best he can be
That being said
"He" is me

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

Sometimes when someone is verbally abusing you. You need to remember words aren't always meant in tone spoken, and not everyone knows your story.
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Joseph Schneider
I wish I had enough free time in a day
To express what I truly stand for
I can change people*
I can help
Wish*

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

Sometimes I stay awake at night trying to think of a way I can help people. Without my family going without. It's harder then I anticipated.
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Joseph Schneider
Hold
On
Pain
Ends
The Color Morale
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Joseph Schneider
It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Marium Iqbal
War
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Marium Iqbal
War
My brain is the gun.
My thoughts the bullets.
My hand is the trigger.
Society's hateful words pull it.
 Nov 2014 Lexie
SøułSurvivør
~~~



words form the
constructs of
consciousness
which are then
torn down
by still more
words



(c) soulsurvivor
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