THE GLEAM TO MY DAY
On March 9, 2012
by KAT
Today I wake with such a gleam. I have a new step to my beat. I dress quick and do my hair, trying to hurry, trying to get there. I can’t walk fast enough it seems. My feet feel as if they’re dragging. I am walking, more like jogging, at a fast pace. Here it is, the building I see. I buzz the door and wait. Feeling only my heart pace. It quickens to the point I can’t breathe. Finally it’s opening. Slowing down in the crowd that holds a thousand faces. I walk in a normal way trying not to give my excitement away. I walk down the corridors not saying a single word. I’m almost there. This is absurd. I see the stairs and start to glide. Wishing I could instead fly. Ha! I’m here. In front of the old wooden doors. I have to wait one second more. I must try. Must try and breathe. I need to think before I see. See what I have been waiting for. I think I’m going to fall to the floor. I grab the handles slowly. Turn the knob…bump…bump…bump… Sssshhh, my heartbeat. The door now opens. Now I see. I see him standing so far away. In this gym so big on the other side is where my heart now tends to fly. He turns around and through the crowd comes to meet me. We hug and kiss for we have missed each other’s warm embrace. I can’t believe I finally made it to this heavenly sent place.
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A CRUSH
On March 9, 2012
by DAIZJHA
A wise woman once told me that love shouldn’t hurt.
But every time I fall in love I am devastatingly crushed.
Guess that’s why it’s called a crush.
A crush is someone that seems so close but oh so far away.
A love is someone you know is always going to be there.
A crush turns you into someone else.
A love is someone you can be real and weirdly you with.
You may be in ‘‘love’’ but it’s just a crush if they don’t feel the same way too.
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LET IT BE KNOWN
On March 9, 2012
by PAULA
Let it be known
Where I come from,
Who I am.
Let the rain fall
Slowly on my head.
Let my dreams begin.
Pretend these words are nothing
But a mentor,
A foreshadowing to the game.
Close your eyes.
Tonight’s all we’re given,
Let’s hope it’s never the same.
Choices determine our voices.
Our answers determine our prayers.
I wonder, has anyone ever told you
Life’s not completely fair?
The sleepless nights,
The petty fights,
The lies,
The tries…
They all…
They all slap us on the cheek. They bring us to our knees
And watch us through the fall.
It feels as if I’m stuck in the middle
And I don’t know which side to chase.
My question is-
Why should I be made to choose a side in the first place?
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THE UNEXPECTED
On March 9, 2012
by MARCHE
This way I’m feeling inside, it’s insane
It’s like I can feel it through my vein
Never new someone could feel so much pain
My head hurts so bad I can’t think
“Do you know my name?”
The sound of loud noises, like animals in the jungle
Do you know this is a BIG struggle?
Trying to stay focused
But I’m weak, feeling no muscles
Out of control, I can’t take it,
The way I feel, I can’t make it
HAIR LOSS, WEIGHT LOSS
Looking for brighter days, none giving
Why do I live with this strange feeling?
I’m looking for my life, but it’s been taken…
Friends, family
They’re all gone, they think I’m crazy, so they left me alone…
Looking at my reflection, I bite my nails
I’m scared of my reflection. Can’t you tell?
You talk about me I’M SCREAMING HELP ME OR GO TO HELL!
Hiding up against the wall, don’t know what’s going on at all.
Asking God forgiveness, but I’m scared. Am I ready to change?
Cause what I’m putting in my vein is making me insane
It’s like milk to a newborn baby. So good I grip it when it’s given.
Legs shake words unsaid,
One day I was so gone, I could believe I was dead.
These crazy thoughts going through my head
I cut my arms to relieve the pain, it reminds me of water that goes down the drain
I’m trapped in this body I never wanted.
Sometimes, I believe I feel haunted, walking in the room, I feel eyes stare…
They say God’s a MIRACLE BUT HE’S NOT HERE…
How do I stop these bloody tears?
Tagged with: marche
DEEP REGRETS
On March 9, 2012
by BRANDON B
Regret of a decision, the pains of ascension to the current pain that’s present make deep incision to make all relevant in the desolate forest of my mind. I mind no man and fear all treachery because I fear myself, and what things I ponder, the things I aimlessly wonder about, make me think incoherently about what’s wrong with me. Today at times I wish I can slay all, but always delay. This face of my delay is my insecurity of being successfully rejected.
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