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 Dec 2013 Emma S
Dougie Simps
A girl lost her father and found her bitter tears

She found out all the lies of the past years

She knows what she's got but takes it for granted

She wants to grow up fast but be nothing like her selfish parents

Shes seen to much at her adolescent age

Figures closing her eyes tight would make the memories go away

Sits in the dark to reconcile with her recent demons

They offer her a captive dream for her soul & freedom

She sells it with the idea that she ain't got noting left.


The spotlight over shines her true dark side

She fakes a smile while the pain pours through her eyes

Healing takes too long, what ever happened to overnight?

Now, Her addiction numbs what hurts most inside.


*"Dear perfect girl I'm sorry you couldn't be free

I'm sorry your ugly past covered ya true beau-ty

We gain an angel, who I see when I look up into the sky

I guess it's true...the young are the good ones to die."
I write stories and this is my 3rd one I ever wrote
 Dec 2013 Emma S
Michelle Brunet
Feeling a little hopeless again;
Lost in depressing thoughts
Of the brokenness of this world.
Yet all I can do is sit here,
Feeling sorry for myself
Instead of taking a leap,
Trying to make a change.
What can I even do?
I'm just an insignificant girl
Who lives in a fairy land.
What to do besides let
The world pass me by
As I try my best to stay sane
When all that surrounds me
Is complete and utter insanity.
Can I take a stand?
Can I be brave and join the madness?
I guess all I can do is try.
You never know how much
One seemingly insignificant girl
Can do in a big world.
© Michelle Brunet 2013
 Dec 2013 Emma S
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I wouldn't call this poetry
I wouldn't call this poetry because there is nothing beautiful about wanting to die. There is nothing lovely about hurting yourself, nothing symbolic about deaths kiss that I wish would kiss my entire soul.
I wouldn't call this poetry because it isn't.
I think really living is a lot like knowing there's demons lurking inside your head but checking anyways.
I think it's like getting home late and pulling back the shower curtain checking murders
even though all you have to so is pull back your own eyelids and see the very thing that's killing you
I did not sleep last night because I was contemplating ways to die while also telling myself not to do it
I think I'm in a paradox.
I wouldn't call this poetry because there is nothing moving about this.I long for safety like a deaf person longs to hear.
But how can you long for something you've never felt?
I've been applying bandaids to my heart except it's words and the adhesive they provided just doesn't stick in my mind anymore
Everyone wants to knock down my walls but I'm missing the safety the cemented in bricks provide and I promise you
Oh god I promise you
You don't want to come through my walls
 Nov 2013 Emma S
Alexis
The voices inside her head its where her demons hide
time is paralyzed and  she catches her breath
where there is a flames someone’s bound to get hurt the
blade as the brush with slowly skimming on the canvas
the crimson paint will steadily dribble down the pale canvas
she has a story to her hazy existence and if she is to let her walls come
down, the inside wall be annihilated by shallowness and cruelty
in the past she was isolated so she covered her feelings with a tight
smile, she goes through life aching with eternal agonizing pain
there is no one to have faith in if one shall live on this sadistic  earth
no one is there to be her superhero before the hour has come,
before it is too late, the spell must be broken
before it all scatters on the floor; before it goes boom; before
it drains out on the white floor; before the stool is pushed away; before it
thuds in the city lights; before it makes a splash in the navy pool of salt;
before those gray eyes shut completely, exiting the world
just before it is too late
but wait, are those five guys, running towards her? They are quite
unnoticeable, who can they be?
These boys saved her life before the time has come
they are her saviors, they understood the grief
for she is thankful and
they are in her heart, and she is in their hearts, engraved
forever

a.a
 Nov 2013 Emma S
A Mink
The Ashes
 Nov 2013 Emma S
A Mink
You were an angel, so I burned
Your wings to the ground.
I turned you into something ugly,
Something I could relate into my self.

I scarred you because your flesh was bare.
I carved my initials in your soul;
So you'd never forget my destruction.
I didn't want someone so beautiful to exist.

I couldn't have loved someone so pure,
No one so flawless could have ever loved me.
You had to become damaged…
Because I was too broken for the both of us.

I wish I had left you beautiful though...
Left you with that glimmer in your eyes
The light I snuffed out
To test the limits of love.

I wish I had trusted
that the demons would be ugly
That an angle set ablaze
Would twist a soul malevolently

To ashes we will burn now,
Watching each other fall to pieces.
 Nov 2013 Emma S
Ahmad Cox
We seek we climb
We grow we sow
We die we cry
Yet we live to
Find ourselves
In the midst of
The turmoil that
Often life can bring
And even death is
A part of life that
Must be accepted
As we move ever
Quicker towards
Our ultimate goal
And our ultimate
Destiny we grow
And we change
As we sow our
Actions and as
We understand
And learn from
The past and
What we have
Been through
To get us right
Where we are
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