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J M Surgent May 2014
Sarah,
Sarah Sarah,
Sometimes I worry about you Sarah
That your heart’s too big, Sarah
That you’ve moved too fast, Sarah.
That you haven’t let your wounds heal, Sarah.
Do you remember, Sarah,
When your heart felt something for big for me, Sarah?
Then I broke your heart Sarah,
And you cried for weeks, Sarah.
For weeks and weeks, Sarah
Sarah, I hope you don’t forget it Sarah,
Because we don’t want you hurt again, Sarah.
Sarah, please don’t forget the past,
Sarah, please don’t fall in love
Too fast.
If you say a name enough, it sounds weird. Also an old poem I found in a portfolio from a few years ago.
Jacob Traver Jan 2014
I fell from the stars that night
I feared the clouded dark sky
And severed all ties with my world
I collapsed from within
And cried

A Birth called forth my fear
Brought about worry, my tears
For five long months it had built within
Until it happened and I fell to the ground
And cried

An excuse to begin closing my windows
Yet no blame can I place on him
Inwardly broken and frightened of the unknown
That weary cool night, my brother was born,
I cried

No control had been placed in my hands
No one had asked me what I wanted
My God simply had different plans
For my family, for his birth, for when
I cried

Plans that would prove greater than I could imagine
For a boy to show us all what life truly is
To prove that love is more powerful than sin
To teach us what it really means
To cry

That night was the foundation of following feats
My brother would breathe and walk,
His mind would prove stronger than possible
The miracle of our home caused us all
To cry

Despite the distress caused by his birth
In time I grew stronger in mind and in heart
For that night I knew that everyday I’d see his face
And realize his joy, his mind, his life. And I’d smile
And cry.
Dedicated to my younger brother with HPE.
Daylight 4U2C Feb 2014
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
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Tyler Man Apr 2014
No longer lost
But at what cost
Future seems surreal
Hard to even finish a meal
Knowing your gone
Brings me here laying on the lawn
Don't know why
I can not cry
Pain so strong
I know it's wrong

No longer lost
But at what cost
I found what I needed
It made me grow my heart it feeded
The passion from inside
Was something that I could not hide
A beauty so deep
It's the only thing I think when I sleep
But gone she is now
She left she took a bow
To another stage
To another page

No longer lost
But at what cost
I've lost you now
But it's shown me how
To find away
To stand up without dismay
I may have lost
But I'm no longer lost
Because you showed me a way
To spend every single day
To live for me
And truly be free
Live so alive
And not deprive
Myself oh my love  
Now ill rise above

No longer lost
But a what cost
The cost is you
When I was with you I flew
When I lost you I almost died
That days an nights I may have cried
I thank you
Cause I worked on through
Because of the cost
I found my way I'm no longer lost
Sometimes the lost can feel like more then the cost at first glance but that ideal can change
Just once I wish that there could be a day
when i can tell my counselor that i'm okay
when i don't have to lie about my thoughts
and now have my stomach be tied in knots
when i can actually feel how i tell people i do
and not have to say things that aren't true
but alas i know that day will never come,
so i shall just sit here feeling numb
I am a cave
for nobody dwells within me
and when someone does stay,
they leave just as quickly
im dark and depressing,
lonely and hidden
sunlight and happiness are forbidden
I wish that i could bring joy to others
without hurting myself time after another

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