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 Apr 2014 Zaynub
Emma
She is
     sunshine
        shattering
         shadows
      shunning
      fears in
         my
    heart
My friend is the sunshine to my days sometimes.
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
nnylhsa
is what i think about
when im alone
in the dark
maybe its the darkness getting to my eyes, leading to my head that you have altered
or maybe its the way i can see your glowing smile in the light of the moon
fact over fiction tells me its the pain trapped in my heart
in every scenario, you are the cause of my never ending pain

(a.b)
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
lia
be my friend
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
lia
he was the first to see me cry
sitting down on the school halls
he picked me up and held me tight
everything okay?
do you want to talk?

and after a long conversation
when he said all i needed to hear
but i couldn't express all i wanted to say
he hugged me and whispered
*darling, you don't need a therapist.
you need a friend
sorry this *****
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
lia
i am not
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
lia
don't tell me i'm strong
because i certainly am not

if i were,
i wouldn't ache the need to hurt myself
or ache the need to jump off the third floor at school
you wouldn't hear me crying in the bathroom stall
or you wouldn't hear me complaining this much
i would be buying my cafeteria lunch
i would be eating my three meals a day
you wouldn't had to stop my feet from stumping
you wouldn't had to stop my eyes from closing

don't tell me i'm strong
because i certainly am not
i have nothing to post im sorry this is ****
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
William A Poppen
Reflect, reflect, reflect
Trust yourself and trust your client
Accept those you counsel
If you don't know what to say, smile
Finish on time
Don't talk too much
Show your joy
Hide your judgments
Try to work yourself out of a job
Love yourself
Clarify, clarify, clarify
Stomp out erroneous thinking
Keep Kleenex handy
Not really a poem but some thoughts on the art of helping.
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
EAHutch
Revere
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
EAHutch
There is a girl who I wish I was.
she has a vase of dying daisies next to her bed
and she has holes in the bottom of her boots
but imperfection is beauty
She has learned to live with what she has.
She has learned to forget what she doesn’t.

There is no such thing as negativity
or a word to speak bad about someone else
she has learned to accept.
she dreams through a field of flowers and blue sky
that goes on forever
and she understands the concept of time
present only lasts for so long
present will eventually fade into future
and past can be forgotten or remembered
Things heal.
Things get better.

She empties her pockets of change on the street
and never asks or expects anything back
because she knows how to care about others
more then herself
knows what struggle is
and she puts pity to a perspective
of making a difference

She sees herself as no better then anyone else
she measures giving and happiness
on a scale of equality
and she doesn’t keep track of how much help she has given
because she always has more to give
So there will never be a final total

She woke up late this morning
and she bashed her toe in the door
and she slipped on the sidewalk
and she forgot her books
and to eat breakfast
and everything has gone the wrong way.

But everybody struggles.
and complaints are meaningless words
to fill the space
they are ****** up by people
and build habits of unhappiness
in a place of unsatisfaction
things can always be worse.

She has learned to live with what she has.
She has learned to forget what she doesn’t.
She has learned to forgive and giveback.
Everyday there will be a sunrise
and a sunset
and the hours in-between
and after dark
will end.
They will not be wasted.
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
fdg
I need you to know
that I no longer write about you.
i know this may be cold, but you are not who i kissed in my dream last night.
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
Adam M Snow
A Blood Moon Night
Written by Adam M. Snow

Tonight I watched in awe,
the moon once pure and white.
Obeying the nighttime law;
lighting the sky so bright.
The stars, the moon in sync,
dancing their worries away.
The end can happen in a blink;
a sudden halt would not sway.
Darker the night grew -
and darker the moon dost shine.
I stood there in awe, in view,
- a bloodish sublime.
The proud moon once danced so free,
now cowering behind a blood red veil.
I stood there in awe to see,
the world halt with a quail.
The moon eclipsed in a taint of dark red;
I stood there in awe in yonder.
"Is not the moon dead?
What of this?" I ponder.
Hours pass feeling like eternity,
watching the blood moon night pass.
Returning the world back to modernity,
knowing this isn't the last.
The moon is pure and white once more.
Don't succumb to joy just yet.
Again it'll happen, I swore -
three more nights, a blood moon to fret.
 Apr 2014 Zaynub
Elli
It was summer,
but her life is stuck in winter
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