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Ammar Abraham Nov 2018
I've walked a desert
I'll do it again
I've fought an army
Never felt the pain

I'll keep going
Never stop flowing
To find you
That's what I'll keep doing.

My every struggle
My every scream
My every word
Is me calling on to you

It may be blurred
I know, I am heard
My voice reaches you
But you can't see me
I am lost in a herd

Either find me
Or don't stop me
I won't back down
Till I Completely Drown
Speak Slowly Oct 2018
It's calling me
A deep feeling within me and around me
Is this what I they call destiny?
Clouded by mystery and profanity
I find myself desiring a certain something
I am hesitant...
Maybe if I grasp it I can achieve something great
Greater than you or I
Don't shy away from greatness
Greatness in strength, beauty and passion
Master your own special chemistry
Explode into something amazing
And when you die, know your passing wasn't in vain
Through struggle and pain you can make history
Whether it be family or world history
You shouldn't hold yourself back to create your story...
Or many
Day 27
-SS
Cherisse May Sep 2018
Hello, death?
Yes, uh, hi. Calling because I wanted to clarify things.
When I said I wanted to die, I meant alone,
not with friends.

I don't want them to get caught in my selfishness,
Nor do I want their families to feel loss.
So yes, at least keep them safe; I'm fine with dying, I guess.
Anyway, until next time, death.
I forgot to post this one.

Me and my research teammates almost crashed into a car in the middle of the highway. Thankfully, the tricycle driver managed to swerve and slightly scratch the car, even when the tricycle was going full speed.
The Angel said.

Where the grass is green and the sky is seen
The wind blows free and you go with me
We will walk the day to reach the night
As we pass through flowers that is blooming blight.
if anyone misses you, you'll be thrown back
From where those people stay and where you must act
Look closely to the point of reaching
This calling is an example of living
If they care, or they just care when you lose.
The sun is down and your clock is ticking
Don't be bothered wondering
If to you this means nothing.
I was ordered.



Tell them to forget you before Saturday.
D Baby Bey Jan 2018
Who is? But I am.
The words repeat in my head
Roaring like a lion,
In a chamber left for dead.
The sound reverberates off the wall
On, and on the empty thrall,
Goes out like the bells that call
The cursed to their stead.
I must go and meet this end.
I must stop this play pretend.
And so, good-bye my only friend,
Until we meet again.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Ringing
Singing
Clinging
Swinging
Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps
While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
My family has a lot of reasons to call the doctors, my Mother suffers with COPD, my Father himself isn’t the perfect image of health when it comes to getting sick and injuries. My younger Brother being disabled physically and mentally, my older Brother also having his fair share of injections.

I myself, am not much of an exception.

When you arrive into adulthood you realise how much you have to take into responsibility with your health, physical or mental. I knew something wasn’t right and I called up and we chatted and soon I’m going to try and get more help with my mental health as well as try my best to work out a way to control my weight.

When you’ve neglected a lot of yourself for a long time, you tend to have really negative emotions appear in your thoughts. You think is there really a point in changing now? Am I too late? When in reality, no, it’s not. When you are dead – It’s too late.
Kooky Collages May 2018
If I could write forever-
And share the flavors of my mind-
If I could drop all things-
That form a divide.

Divisions have risen-
And they split my heart.
I’m cracking-
And-
I’m bleeding art.

Puddles of proses-
Fill my brain.
Inspiration blankets me-
Like a summer rain.

If I could only write forever,
And do nothing else-
Then that nourishment of my soul-
Would be my only source of wealth.
Penciled in my journal while heading home from Isla Mujeres, Mexico on Sunday, February 18th.
Amy Duckworth May 2018
I hear something calling me
But I don't know what
Or who
Or where they are
I am calling out to them now
We can't hear each other
It's like love
You both call out but can't answer the call
Until you work together
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