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 Apr 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
I don't even know
What I should say anymore.
I'll leave you alone.
It's what you want anyway.
But it makes me sad...Sorry.
 Apr 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
It doesn't matter
What you think of me, because
I have two brothers
That think more highly of me
Than you ever will; so there.
 Apr 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
I'm forgetting already
And that really helps
I just have to remember
You're not good for my health.
 Apr 2014
TaciturnPhantom
I can feel myself slipping
From this world
And slowly sinking
Into the depths of darkness –
Watching those familiar faces
Fade from my grasp
Instead becoming consumed
By confusion,
Fear
And muteness.
The iron bars of my cage.

Plunging into my thoughts,
A never ending sea of blackness.
Slowly suffocating
As the barriers fortify
Around my mind.
A cry, a scream for help
As I pound at the strengthening barriers:
Someone help me!
Let me out of here!
Before taciturnity robs me
Of my speech.
Routines and repetitions,
And my own world engulfs me.

Muteness and trembling.
Please, Taci, speak!
Your voice, the panic, the worry
As you grasp my shoulders
And shake me
With an unknown fear
As if to break me from this state.
Why can’t you speak?
My own eyes wide
As I stare at you,
Dumbfounded and fearful.

Sinking deeper into the depths
Of my mind:
Slipping further and further
Into routines and obsessions.
Voices are faded, from another world,
Alien and vague
Spoken in another language.
Incomprehensible and of no meaning,
No use to me!

You watch me on the other side
Of the invisible barrier;
Your hand blocked from my reach.
No matter how hard,
How much you want to help
And try,
Nothing can be done
To stop me from
Slipping through your fingers.

I gaze from afar
Through the tiny window of my mind.
Watching you all laugh, smile and cry.
What do your emotions mean?
What are they for?
What do your face expressions mean?
I am not built for this world:
Too fragile and brittle.
One hit and I'll smash
Into a million billion shards.
My obsessions
Perceived as ecccentric.
My way of speaking -
The shakiness in my voice
And the muteness
Deemed abnormal.
I am an alien becoming more alien.
My language and my mind
Both unsolved paradoxes.
 Apr 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
I can't see you anymore
Oh, are you still there?
Sorry, I thought you'd left,
And I didn't know where.
It's okay if you're gone,
I've been discovering me;
Maybe someday I'll know who I am,
If you will just let me be.
 Apr 2014
Lucy Marie
Your love was meaningless.

You used to get angry because I hated myself

and I hated the people who hated me.

You used to yell at me for disengaging;

for leaving my body to be somewhere else.

I thought I loved you-

I thought I was in love with you.

But now that I think about it

you were constantly trying to sell your love to me

as if it was a campaign proposition;

as if you were a politician.

I never believed you

and you abused my disbelief.
 Apr 2014
Molly
YOU THOUGHT SMOKING WAS
**** SO I COATED
MY LUNGS IN
TAR UNTIL YOU
REFUSED TO KISS MY
ASHTRAY LIPS
 Apr 2014
falling
the monster inside the mirror
is who ended the fight,
winning the battle
with only one casualty.
the battlefield of cold tile
scattered with shards of glass
spotted with tears of scarlet.
it was a war in her mind
fighting against herself
until her wrists would cry
and all other thoughts
were drowned out.
the monster inside the mirror
was the reoccurring bullet
aiming towards pain
a pain ending misery
with one weapon in hand
there was only one
choice but to end.
the rein of terror was done
and peace rang among
as her choice of death
rose above the smirk
of monster inside the mirror.
 Apr 2014
dj
she's not here anymore
so why don't I just
go away

her car is here, her home
is here. Even her cat is here
And her gardens are, too

sailed on and on
It's over, it's been over,
her shadow's parked on those hallways

she's not here anymore
so why don't I just
go away
 Apr 2014
Dorothy
All she
has to do
is say his name
to rile me up

Abusive love
why stay?

Oh right
Because he's not always that way
He's your
Cuddly bear by night
But your
Savage **** during the day
And that's okay?

She comes into work each morning with her tears
Natural red hair hang over her face
Wiping their "love" off of her cheeks
"Hey sorry I'm late"

The situation she's in is broken
Nothing more then fictitious devotion
But there's not much that I can really say

We all know what an abusive person is capable of
Because of that I'm afraid that one day
They'll come to me with "Morgan will no longer be
Working with us"

And so I pray
Hoping each morning that
She'll show up to work the next day  
So that I can hear
"Hey sorry I'm late"
 Apr 2014
Lisa Mendoza
but instead,
i was a flower that was carelessly plucked by you
because you thought I was fragile
and that i was beautiful;
soon after,
you kept on pulling my petals,
asking me with shaking breaths,
"do you love me or not?",
choking my stems
as you clench your fist
trying to make me feel your
desperation
and your painful
obsession
you always think is love.
you thought your preference of me
among all the other beautiful flowers
is a wonderful gift I should appreciate,
but let's be honest here

all you ever did was stop me from growing
—L.M.
(written last Dec. 14, 2013)

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