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 Nov 2014 El
Aiman
A Broken Angel
 Nov 2014 El
Aiman
She's losing hope, she had lost her way
Every path that she takes turns
dark with a shade of grey
It seems like everyone she knew
never stayed, left words unsaid
Her heart just sank to the thought
of how easily she was forgotten
Somehow all the promises they made
meant nothing but to be broken
People who once she knew
were now strangers
Were they the ones who had changed
or was it her who pushed them away?
She's no longer capable of trusting anyone
because the person that she once trusted
betrayed her, she was bitterly gutted
The only person left to trust is herself
but the dark soul inside her
kept on whispering bad things
telling her she's no longer needed
that she's not worth it
and she was just a big mistake instead
Constant battles with her mind every day
the nights were the worst
she was always wide awake
Trying her best to make the thoughts stop
the pain she felt was unbearable no doubt
She was alone, no one to care for her feelings
It's better that she's gone maybe then they will notice
She found a way to make her problems disappear
and on the last day, she said
her goodbyes to the ones she loved
That night sat a broken angel waiting to be rescued
then she said farewell and away she flew
 Nov 2014 El
W Winchester
of faking smiles,
pretending im okay

im very very tired
of breaking and beating myself
trying to fit into your cage

im very very tired
of hearing "how are you"s on campus
and knowing that a fleeting friendly second isn't enough to explain

im very very tired
of going out at night and drinking my problems away

im very very tired
of selling myself to feel like i have worth

im very very tired
and sleep just isn't helping
been gone awhile. still here. still fighting, you can too.
 Nov 2014 El
Graff1980
Blank Page
 Nov 2014 El
Graff1980
I have heard it said
That the blank page
Is a daring but lonely journey

Some doubt lay grey clouded
Rain enshrouded
The weary words
May not yet come flooding
But I am not afraid

I will not waste the day
In a wasted haze
Instead full blushing
I keep the bile flushing

I try to put most attachments
In their proper place
Death will wait
Or come when beckoned
May even come uncalled
I know it comes for all

Skin will wrinkle
Thoughts may fail me
Inspiration may not avail me
But I do not fear
The potential of the blank page
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