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    Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 1:58 pm

    Claudia Del Valle
    No
    I am Afraid


    "I get it you're gay"
    "Quit shoving your gayness in my face"
    "Just keep it in the bedroom okay"
    "Just not in front of my kids"


    Oh my apologies.
    I was not aware you got to decide,
    What I am able to do,
    With my body,
    With my life.
    Quit acting as if I am shoving my sexuality in your face.
    Can you even comprehend,
    How much heteronormativity I see,
    In movies, books, and magazines?
    And yet you dare say I am in your face.
    No.
    You do not understand how much I hide.
    I am considered out of the closet,
    So why do I still feel like I'm wearing a mask?
    I have to look over my shoulder before kissing the girl I love.
    I have to double check for teachers,
    Before holding her precious hand.
    And even now as I write I cry,
    Because I know if the wrong teacher saw this,
    My life could be over.
    And yet you say I am flaunting my "gayness."
    I am no where near flaunting.
    In some ways no one ever leaves the closet,
    Because the closet isn't a closet,
    It's a dungeon.
    One of which I can never escape.
    I will always be scared.
    I can never escape fear,
    Even though I have been out for almost 2 years.
    You do not have the right to tell me when I am showing off my sexuality,
    Because in my mind its not showing off,
    It's a game of Russian roulette.
    If I do the "wrong" thing in the presence of the wrong people my life could be ruined,
    And you dare call me attention seeking?
    Because I express my love.
    You do not understand the fear I face.
    The fear so many others face.
    I get called brave all the time for speaking out about my fear,
    But I am not brave.
    I speak out because I have no choice,
    I speak out so my brother,
    A boy I love so much,
    Can grow up,
    And not live in the terror I do.
    I speak out for my best friends,
    The ones terrified to talk to someone about how they feel,
    Because they think it's wrong.
    Make no mistake as I type these words I am mortified
    But I know who I am is not wrong,
    Is not a sin.
    And so I refuse to listen to you people now.
    I will not listen to you say
    "Quit flaunting your gay"
    No
    If "flaunting" it is what it takes
    to ensure no one has to grow up like I did,
    Afraid,
    Then I will flaunt it until the end of my days.
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 1:59 pm

    Nicholas Jeske

    -First Stencil; Burning.-

    the last bell is ringing
    but nobody died,
    smiles on the surface
    but were crying inside.
    the final farewell
    like a welcome embrace,
    a future we don't know
    has taken our place.

    time to say-a goodbye,
    the days passed have gone
    just to see - the lives we've changed.

    the sun is gone at high noon,
    this day has come too soon,
    these memories you'll find
    only once in a blue moon.
    we're trying to cope with
    the time we have lost,
    who knew these good times
    could come with a cost.

    time to say-a goodbye,
    the days passed have gone
    just to see - the lives we've changed.

    the travel is silent
    for our last time away,
    watch the place of memories vanish
    and we've nothing to say.
    we try to strain our eyes
    and see through the tears,
    to glance at our hearts home
    for all of these years.

    time to say-a goodbye,
    the days passed have gone
    just to see - the lives we've changed.

    now our arrival
    at the last place we see,
    set towards the warm flames
    to set our past free.
    we sing together
    and speak tales of the past,
    this time for admission
    has come at long last.

    time to say-a goodbye,
    the days passed have gone
    just to see - the lives we've changed.

    take out this stencil
    blackened with paint
    throw it in the fire
    with all this restraint.
    i can't pretend
    this- time its the end,
    goodbye to my love
    and all of my good friends.

    time to say-a goodbye,
    the days passed have gone
    just to see - the lives we've changed.

    So we watch the embers
    stirring and churning,
    the rising smoke
    from this weight that is burning.
    and the smoke goes forever
    with one final tear,
    i remember the past
    and im glad i was here.

    time to say-a goodbye,
    the days passed have gone
    just to see - the lives we've changed.
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:00 pm

    Claudia Del Valle

    Hurricanes

    Thunder cracks
    Lightning strikes
    The sounds so terrifying
    The light so blinding
    He can't see
    He is lost in the storm
    Will he ever make it out alive?
    Rain howls down on him,
    And soon hail joins,
    He feels so weak
    Everything is an attack
    The poor boy cant breath
    "Why can't you stop"
    He begs to the rain,
    To the hail,
    To the thunder,
    To the lightning.
    But nothing changes,
    The storm runs on and on.



    Until finally he reaches the eye,
    Every thing's calm
    He can see,
    He can breath,
    But its to good to be true,
    It always is,
    The calm can never last.



    All the pain,
    The anguish,
    The desperation
    Comes flooding back
    And now the wind decides to pick on him too
    He cries out,
    He lost all sense of control.
    "Is there a purpose anymore?"
    The hurricane is almost over,
    But the boy can't tell
    All he feels is pain
    He's done fighting,
    He's had enough.
    He has no reason to go on
    So he gives up.


    Such a pity really
    For if he had held on a little longer
    The hurricane would have been over
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:01 pm

    Trinity Berg

    A walking corpse.
    That's all she is.
    An blank face in a huge crowd...
    Plastering on her mask every day
    "I'm fine☺️"
    She lies every day
    To keep everyone around her safe
    Her soul purpose? Or so she thought?
    To help people.
    To keep everyone from feeling the same pain she was in.
    But the mask started to crack...
    "Freak!"
    "Whore!"
    "Fat!"
    Day by day,
    The plaster began to crack..
    She tried to cover it.
    People saw her scars all over...
    Yet no one dared to say a word
    No one wanted the freaks help anymore...
    What was her purpose?
    Without helping people,
    What was left?
    That real girl?
    She was already dead inside...
    She had no purpose...
    Her soul was replaced with a burning ball of fire
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:01 pm

    Trinity Berg

    Long sleeves and fake smiles:/
    Anxiety.
    Depression.
    Self Harm.
    OCD.
    Exams.
    Stress.
    Consuming her in a firey hell.
    Everyone just brushed her away.
    "I'm sure she's fine."
    "Someone else will help."
    "Get over it"
    "This is just a phase."
    She wore long sleeves every day.
    If anyone noticed she would just blame her cat.
    Always smiling
    Helping others whenever she got the chance.
    Making sure everyone else was okay.
    Even though she was dying inside...
    As long as everyone else was happy, then her pain was worth it.
    Faking her smile very single day.
    But then someone saw her arms...
    Scars engraved into her skin forever...
    Done on her own accord.
    No one wanted to be friends with that young girl anymore..
    "Freak."
    "Psycho"
    "Just kill yourself already!"
    She had no purpose in this world anymore.
    If she couldn't help others,
    what was her purpose in staying here?
    The young girl cried.
    Every single night.
    Slicing every piece of skin on her she could find.
    The once straight A student is now failing 4 classes.
    Her voices...
    Killing a little bit more of what was left of her soul every night.
    "Whore"
    "You don't deserve to live"
    "You're a failure at life"
    "Kill yourself already"
    Finally the young girl took everyone's advice..
    She could help no one no longer.
    How can you help others if you yourself aren't mentally stable?
    The kids at school found out about the young girls suicide.
    "She was always smiling"
    "I saw them on her wrist, but I did nothing..."
    "Why did she do it?"
    The young girl didn't kill herself.
    Society killed the young girl.

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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:01 pm

    Amanda Shea

    you weren't worth every shattered
    piece of my heart,
    not i'm left
    f
    a
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    l
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    n
    g
    and there is no one to catch me
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:02 pm

    Amanda Shea

    Her blue lips constantly inhaled
    all of those words filled with hatred
    and finally her lungs wouldn't
    allow fresh oxygen to flow
    through her tainted soul
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:02 pm

    Robert Haywood

    There was once a boy
    Ordinary, average, destined for nothing
    In sports he was the decoy
    In school, he struggled just to do something
    Every time his teachers called home
    His parents flew into despair
    He was aggressive, misunderstood
    He was mocked; what could be hiding in THAT dome?
    Everyone thought him to be beyond repair
    Everyone though he could do no good
    But every twilight
    Once father, tired, had slipped into rest
    Mother, passed out after the beatings
    The boy snuck into a dark room
    The view was beautiful at night
    It stoked the emotional fires he'd test
    It became an entity with whom he'd have meetings
    And they weaved tales of love, sadness, relief and gloom
    For he was a wordsmith
    He poured his life out through paper and pen
    Page after page his hurt soul would fill
    And there he sat at his workshop
    Hammering his heart into every sentence
    His tears and blood, blessings from the gods of myth
    He would spin webs from the silk of souls, they would never end
    Night after night he twisted and bent
    Give him a word, a seed, he could give you a crop
    For there was not one letter that did not contain his essence
    And no one knew of his gift
    For his observant mind was never seen
    He'd merely sit and watch
    And mom and dad duked it out
    As others stared at him with disdain
    And believed he had nothing to cope with
    But in his life there was a rift
    From boy to basement dweller, coming clean
    For him to botch
    Was to begin yet another bout
    As he filled his papers with his love and pain
    For he was a wordsmith
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:03 pm

    Ronnique Hayes

    I find fireflies in your eyes,
    But will I ever catch them?
    And when you manage to
    Catch my sight
    (Or is it the other way around?)
    What do you see in my brown orbs?
    Fireworks?
    Flames?
    The hidden tears?
    Or do you care so little
    That you have not even yet
    Noticed their color?
    Or do you just glance at
    The girl positioned to my left
    She stole your heart and broke it,
    I only stirred it
    (And even just that is an
    Unproved inference)
    Or do you,
    For a secound,
    Make a comparison,
    And think that there are more
    Worth searching for
    In her pupils(or mine)
    For maybe your ectasy comes from
    A straightfoward gaze,
    And I apoligize sincerely,
    For I can only provide glances
    Which I hope are not taken the wrong way
    For I can only see yours,
    Not mine
    And it seems,sometimes,
    A secound worths
    Is all you need,
    A picture tells a thousand words
    But maybe you don't need a picture,
    If that secounds worth scene of mfy iris,
    Tells you all the words I wish I spoken
    But I'm afraid it doesn't
    You see, my eyes only
    Can not fix what I see broken in yours
    The darkness,the despair,wait, do I see hatred?
    Not for me,I notice,
    Towards the girl to my left
    But I would still gladly,
    Get any type of attention,
    She gets from your eyelids
    Because she stole it from me,
    And though I sometimes belive
    That its rightfully mine
    Only you hold the power
    Of what gets be detected by your retina
    Even if it results
    In a little overworking of my tear ducts
    I do it so their will be no redness
    Clouding anyones corneas
    Except mine
    Because I am to scared to cause anyone
    A minor discomfort,even for the greater good
    It could result in happy eyes,
    But I force my self to belive the outcome
    will only be wet ones
    For me,or for you
    Because I would die if you hated me
    (Eye contac tnearly kills me every day)
    Your eye for my heart
    (Would your pupils widen if I told you,
    Or would you have and icy gaze?)
    But at least for now,
    Your gaze is melted
    And I would glady drink every drop
    Of attention it gave me
    But I'm afraid
    I'm not fit to receive it
    And they are let out in the form of tears
    Slowly soakibg through your pillow case
    You once told me this,
    That you cry yourself to sleep at night,
    That your eyes can no longer be a
    False ray of sunshine,
    That always beam"I'm functioning"
    Even though you really can't
    I feel sorry
    Because I feel the same way
    But the time you spoke those words to me
    Where when I still believed
    I was the center of your attention,
    Just like the black pupil in the center of your iris
    But I mistook those conversations
    As attraction,or trust
    Sometimes I belive
    That our whole existinse
    Was built from the abstinence of "her"
    And that I was only the back-up,
    Filling in for the main lead
    Of your eyes and your heart
    And that i mean nothing to you
    Because it was her,you spilled both your eyes
    And your heart to her
    And she glady took them,
    (As would I)
    And I pressed the blame onto myself,
    Was it something I said?
    Or the things I avoided?
    The conversations led sour because my
    inability to be anything but a coward?
    Maybe it was the way my iriss could not expell
    Confidence
    in every single direction
    Like she did.
    Or maybe I wasnt attractive
    (Noone ever told me that I had pretty eyes)
    But you wouldnt matter,right?
    Someone with deep eyes
    Can't have a shallow veiw
    And I have learned
    That things like that wouldn't bother you
    And since it was my own petty fears
    That prevented me from being radient
    Its truly only I that I can blame
    But its not my fault your lens
    Saught another that wasn't me
    But I still wish
    That in the blink of my eyelid
    I could go back
    And fix the flaws
    Somehow prevent your heart from wanting
    For someone that wasn't me
    Because I was afraid of the fall,
    But to you,heights are part of life
    Maybe its not that big of a jump,anyway
    Maybe my eyes are just playing tricks on me
    But I'm still cowering on the ledge of the skyscraper
    While the whole world is in my eyesight
    Right before my fingertips
    People at the bottem,willing to catch me
    But I don't jump
    With the fear
    That they stuck around for the motivation
    But won't be there for the descent
    And when my life comes crashing on the pavement
    They'll gather around
    Look me straight in the eye
    And you'll be the one to tell them
    To throw rocks
    Because to me,
    Every situation is a jump,
    And every "could-be" is the worst case scenario
    But my eyes ARE playing tricks on me,
    As my pupils widen at every single oppurtunities,
    My cornea distorts it,
    And my irises stare foward in fear
    (Looking at you,every once in awhile,of course
    |Well maybe a little more than once in a while|)
    I can never see the real city veiw,
    Because I'm so far up from reality,
    And up here,
    Everythings a nightmare
    And maybe that's why
    I'm so reluctant to do anything
    Even though I'm screaming at my self
    To climb to the top floor,
    Crawl outside a windowsill,
    And see if I can Fly
    And that feeling gives my charisma
    Like I can conquer the world,and that
    Everything is mine if I will it
    I'm high,high on hormones,
    Because I'm sure no drug can ever feel like this
    I scare myself
    I'm flying
    But I eventually have to fall
    And the best way to make me crumble,
    Cause all of this confidence to shed to peices,
    Broken as eaisly as it was made,
    Is with eye contact
    Show me that you care,
    and it'll all come tumbleing down
    Your like me,you just needer bigger push
    But we get torn to fragments all the same,
    I just fell on a harder peice of sidewalk
    And you do a better job of fixing what
    Was always broken
    Little fragments,
    Shards stuck within your iris
    I notice
    Because only one that has patched themselves up
    Can reconize the handywork of one trying to do
    The exact same
    But noone else reconizes,
    Your a freshly oiled machine,
    And there we stand,
    In the midst of eyes that never seen real tears,
    Falling apart,
    Making
    Eye contact
    Do I dare even try
    To hide your identity
    (Like the feelinhgs I've been hiding just behind me eyelids?)
    Your eyes are aready screaming help
    (Would this just make the shreik sound louder?)
    In a world where I don't seem to care,
    I am still apprehenisive of letting you open your eyes
    (Why can't my lips speak what my eyes are aready saying?)
    Even though I'm at the point
    Of disecring each and every layer
    Of my iris
    And showing you the shards of me
    That are lodged deep within its dark brown shade
    (It it even worth it any more?)
    I've been theough hell,
    And I can longer pretend
    That's its beneath my feet
    When its all around me
    (My pupils can no longer tell the difference
    Between my hell,my heaven,and reality)
    Why do I even bother
    To write poems
    Like they're love letters
    Only to stay stagnant
    The thought of sending them
    Gone
    As quick as the time it takes for us to make
    Eye contact
    (What's the purpose?)
    I'm done
    (Do I dare say your name?Does it even make a difference?)
    You seem to swithh your interest so fast
    Your pupil on me,then her,then another
    (Here I go: Don Miquel Ocampo)
    Its nearly midnight
    And here I am
    Using every word
    I have in my heart
    To try and capture the pure essence
    Of your eyes
    And I have just noticed that I have
    not once
    mentioned
    Their color
    (Should I?)

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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:04 pm

    Stephon Bazile

    Starbucks part 1
    Frappes
    mochas
    taking over my life bit by bit
    every morning all i want is Starbucks...
    No all of the time i want Starbucks
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    Stephon Bazile

    Starbucks part 2
    Im homeless now
    all my money spent on starbucks
    I sleep in the back of the establishment
    Becoming more and more...
    Hypnotized by the smell of coffee beans and bakery delights
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:04 pm

    Stephon Bazile

    Starbucks part 3
    Its midnight i am seriously craving mochas
    I break in i dont hear any alarms so i proceed to take items
    I stuff my face
    devouring everything in sight
    i want it...
    I need it all
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:06 pm

    Nicholas Jeske

    -Fog-

    Of all this time
    It’s never been clear
    What’s my purpose?
    Why am I here?
    My priorities been biased
    The clock’s no longer concerning
    The reality of this
    Is finally returning.
    I believed my own lies
    And lived by my label
    Dancing on the grave
    Of a soul that’s unstable.
    I’ve been so blind
    Such a thick façade
    And they all knew
    And didn’t applaud.
    And it’s what I deserved
    But its pennies compared
    To a hidden back story
    From a person who’s scared.
    The defense was a mask
    Of a falsified might,
    But they were so far left
    That even death looked right.
    And I didn’t see
    Past the exclusivity,
    The only person stopping death
    Turns out it was me.
    But my past state was a blank slate
    To the future of selfish design
    Pulling too tight hoping to keep
    The credit for help I thought was mine.
    And I used to be pissed
    At people trying to take
    The one source of my joy
    When what they offered was fake.
    But now it’s the ignorance
    And their words that sting
    The submissive spirit
    Of a beautiful thing.
    And they DON’T understand
    How hard it can be
    The constant berating
    And effects they can’t see.
    All of the pressure
    Expectance and condescending,
    These “parents” who have vowed to help us
    The whole time they were just pretending?!
    And the swirling thoughts and mistakes and regret
    Why won’t you people all stop and just let
    This cover of a person who’s been breaking a sweat
    To satisfy a world while caught in a net.
    To please them all
    Like chasing a perspective,
    Trouble used to be rare
    But now it’s expected.
    And I know it’s confusing,
    And at times it gets hard,
    To find hope in a world
    For a heart that’s been scarred.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:10 pm

    Dawson White

    I havent been able to express my thought on the end of the year as much as ive wanted to so here

    Friends
    the things that keep us going
    through all the pain
    all the late nights
    all the bad grades
    all the upset parents
    all the angry teachers
    they are there when your down
    there when you cant hold yourself up
    there to lend a hand
    and then...
    when you seem to make the largest of bonds
    it all comes to an end
    when it seems like it couldnt be better
    it all ends
    all the amazing times and laughs
    almost to an end
    6 days
    in memory of you know who
    6x3=666
    but thats not the point
    6 days
    6 pointless, meaingless days
    but if tooken to the heart
    they can be used
    not for bad
    not for good
    but for something to remember
    in the begining
    everyone says it will last forever
    at yet we are here now
    6 days to end it
    "finish him" says the computer
    to do everything weve ever wanted to do
    and in those 6 days
    we may never see each other
    for the rest of our known lives
    but that is the reason we must
    continue as if we have 666 days
    as if we will never leave each others sides
    the more we dwell on these days as bad
    or as good
    the more we will forget them
    or remember them as bad
    so, my friends
    i must say
    thank you for everything
    for all the support
    all the laughs
    everytime youve made fun of me
    everytime youve complimented me
    anything youve ever even talked to me
    almost every time
    ive loved every moment
    and i will never forget any of you
    "i wont forget you but i may forget your name"
    i say this not because i like this song
    but because it tells you
    that i choose to remember
    not to froget
    my friends
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:11 pm

    Amanda Shea

    I should've known that crying over you
    wouldn't bring you back
    I should've listened to them,
    for once they actually knew what they
    were talking about
    You could've stopped this mess
    You could've ended it right as it happened
    But no...
    You just HAD to make a mountain
    out of a mole hill, didn't you?
    You left me stranded with nowhere to go
    I could no longer breathe because of you
    I trusted
    How could you do such a thing to
    your own flesh and blood?
    Maybe next time I'll do the same thing to you
    Maybe that will set you straight for once...
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    Dylan Radley

    Seven days
    Seven days to say goodbye,
    Seven days to see friends new and old,
    Seven days at Williams,
    Seven days in it's cafeteria,
    Seven days to eat the terrible lunch food,
    Seven Days.
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    Amanda Shea

    Out of everyday she felt so horrible,
    she never thought she would ache so bad
    that her stomach feels like it's
    about to catapult out of her chest
    Her eyes have begun to long for happiness,
    and her legs,
    collapse under the pressure
    She feels as if her world is crashing
    down on her like a sneaky tornado
    ripping up every house on the block
    The pain is constantly coursing
    through her body,
    and she doesn't know how to stop it
    She wants to end the tormenting agony
    so, so badly
    She wants to wash away all of her
    deepest, darkest fears
    and forget about every mean remark
    that's been said to her
    She feels like she's suffocating
    and is being sucked into a black hole
    She's beginning to think that
    vanishing into thin air will save
    all of her problems
    and I'm beginning to think that
    her soul will never be healed...
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:22 pm

    Robert Haywood

    This poem is meant for Nick...

    Everyday
    Many monsters murder mindfulness
    I know they're yours
    Never may the crazed fall
    Enter this realm, and find
    May is the true month of crime
    Make it there
    You'll find your expectations shattered
    Dreidels reveal Maccabees
    And worshipers of hell extinguish your flame
    Revealing billions more
    Lie to me, I dare you
    I know who thinks alike
    Not unless you realize
    Games like this are just that
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    Robert Haywood

    I stare out the window
    Parth is all I can think of
    Fried chicken
    Ball
    Shrek
    These things have changed my life
    But Parth...
    Enlightenment is now near for me
    His face is a lighthouse
    In the dark ocean of my memories

    I daydream about him
    Parth is golden fluid
    Filling the empty abscesses in my brain
    Others try to bring me back to life
    To the real world
    The real world is Parth

    Parth is all that matters
    In math class, 1+1 is Parth
    9+10 is Parth
    10+9 is Parth
    What does it mean to Christmas tree?
    I Parth
    History presentation
    Parth
    Everything
    Parth

    I travel home
    Afraid of persecution
    I hide in my room
    Showing the lord my love
    Then he changes me
    Once again
    Parth bed sheets
    Parth poetry
    Parth clothing

    I'm spreading the gospel at dinner
    Food is nothing
    Parth is all we need
    At school
    A presentation on a religion
    I tell my peers
    Parth is life
    Passion dominates these minutes
    The teacher is afraid
    He compliments me
    Tells me my faith is incredibly intricate...
    For a fake religion
    I fly into a rage
    Screaming
    Shouting
    Terror
    I think of Parth as I batter these calm souls
    His inner peace
    And in his name
    I stop
    He has pulled me out of this rage
    But not before everyone gets hurt

    No more school for me
    That's fine
    Just more time
    To hang out on the streets
    Cardboard signs
    "Find inner peace!"
    "This is the truth!"
    No one believes me
    I rage in my bedroom
    In the streets
    At dinner
    Destroying the things I love
    My belongings
    My friends
    My family
    They don't matter
    All that matters
    Is Parth

    The others are beginning to worry
    My father eyes me suspiciously
    My sister keeps a wide berth around me
    My mother shies away from conversation
    She
    He
    They know what it will end up in
    Parth
    All that I care about
    Is Parth

    My room is empty
    In honor of Parth
    And then
    I buy notebooks
    Thousands of them
    Parth fills their pages
    The pages fill my notebooks
    They notebooks fill my dim room
    I'm stuck there
    The whole day
    Just me
    Me and Parth
    Rituals
    Parth
    I'm shouting his glorious name
    Until my voice is lost
    And then some more
    I sleep on the notebooks
    Soon, I break free
    I destroy my house
    The entire neighborhood
    In the name of Parth

    They send me to the mental hospital
    They don't know the truth
    Maybe I'm not trying hard enough...
    I MUST show them salvation!
    I shout his praises
    And it's not very soon
    That I become a pariah
    Another "inmate" tells me he doesn't care
    I show him Parth's love
    But it's not very pretty

    Now, solitary
    A dark room
    Padded floors
    I bang them
    I jump and scream
    I glorify his name
    PARTH!
    I scream it endlessly
    Since for all I know
    There's actually someone listening
    I have to hold hope

    Parth provides that hope
    I might go insane
    But not with Parth
    He is all the company I need
    My speech degrades
    Soon, It's incoherent babbling
    I'm stumbling around
    My thin, malnourished body, jumping in desperation
    My glazed eyes, searching for any sign of my savior
    Gibberish is better than nothing

    It's taking my mind
    Parth's love
    I'm slipping from sanity
    But this is a good thing
    I'm escaping the society Parth has shown is evil
    I begin to hallucinate
    My arms reach out to my true lord...
    Parth
    I see him
    He's so close
    I dream about him
    I begin to lose the ability to think
    I continue to perform the rituals
    It's all in Parth's name

    My thoughts are all clouded
    I'm laying in a catatonic heap on the ground
    I can't see
    Can't hear
    Can't feel
    But that's okay

    The fragments of my thoughts
    They're all
    I can
    Find

    And soon
    Only one word
    One glorious
    Name
    Begins to repeat itself
    Parth

    I've forgotten
    My name
    All I can
    Comprehend is
    Parth
    But even that
    Is slipping from me
    I'm on my last legs
    And Parth
    He's keeping
    Me
    Here, to usher
    In his
    Love

    The last
    Moments
    Parth's name
    Fading in and out
    All that
    Matters
    Now
    Is
    Parth [x7]
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    Zachariah Morris

    Romance by Edgar Allan Poe
    Romance, who loves to nod and sing
    With drowsy head and folded wing
    Among the green leaves as they shake
    Far down within some shadowy lake,
    To me a painted paroquet
    Hath been—most familiar bird—
    Taught me my alphabet to say,
    To lisp my very earliest word
    While in the wild wood I did lie,
    A child—with a most knowing eye.

    Of late, eternal condor years
    So shake the very Heaven on high
    With tumult as they thunder by,
    I have no time for idle cares
    Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
    And when an hour with calmer wings
    Its down upon my spirit flings,
    That little time with lyre and rhyme
    To while away—forbidden things—
    My heart would feel to be a crime
    Unless it trembled with the strings.
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    Robert Haywood

    Poetic enlightenment has blossomed
    A god has ascended
    Raptures of golden thought flash before our eyes
    This triumph of minimalism has changed us forever
    Heaven's golden embrace warms all (except for Zach)
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    Robert Haywood

    Crazed, I continue to rampage
    Horrible screams pierce my ears
    I can't hear them
    Closed off from them, I continue to feast
    Kill me if I can't find my prize
    Enemies, however, see my survival, and
    Never may you not know what I was truly seeking
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    Najat Mustafa

    I love oil painting
    the way you start with a blank white canvas
    some might believe its just blank
    but I see something different
    I see a whole world of imagination on that canvas
    the painting could be anything I want it to be
    it can show memories or dreams
    happiness or sadness
    love or hatred
    oil painting is the way I escape into another world, where my worries, fears, and frustration melts away from me
    where I can truly be myself, and express how I feel without being judged
    I now truly no that I don't only have dreams inside of me, but that they come to life as my paint brush dances across the canvas
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Fri Jun 05, 2015 2:34 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Report Inappropriate-
    Call it what you want
    Label how you see it
    Its the perspective
    oh so blind
    that took the sight from the mice
    You can't
    be human
    without humanity
    But why these words?
    perhaps benny boe's thoughts
    His life
    is what?
    *Imagination*
    Perhaps
    nothing
    A fairy tale
    lost
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    Robert Haywood

    The Cliche Poem

    Love prevails over all
    Even though Mistress Death seems near
    Thy bosoms plucked outh,
    As feareth thou art soul hath been
    Because our society is flawed
    Society
    Society
    Society
    I don't even know what poetry is anymore?
    Sorry, those 3 hidden lines were unique
    FIND THE HIDDEN MEANING
    I don't even know what love is!
    We've battered it down
    Our cliques, and...
    Society
    Society
    Society
    I don't even know who I am!
    Thine emotions are flooding
    I'm sad
    I don't care about you
    Does love prevail over all?
    I secretly need some
    But i'm not like other girls
    I'll just push you away
    Not for the attention, like silly Rob says
    But because of my mask
    I hide behind a mask
    It smiles, hides terror
    As I secretly dread the day I make an error
    Masks
    Masks
    Masks
    What is the purpose?
    We're all falling into the monstrous clutches of Mistress Death anyways
    And guess what's making it accelerate like Medusa scared the Flash and he ran like one of Sandy's metaphors?
    Society
    Society
    Society
    These proverbs flow easily
    But my hand cannot bear to inscribe them
    Poets are messiahs
    But my blood is bad
    What is life?
    It's love...
    It's death...
    It's nature...
    It's
    It's
    It's
    It's society, isn't it?
    Society
    Society
    Society
    Help me
    The mask is killing me
    But that's not the only thing
    It never is
    Soci... Nope
    I won't say the evil word
    For that's killing me too
    Who am I kidding?
    No one will see this
    I'll make all this worse
    Then descend into my nightmares
    And i'll wake up
    And tell people how i'm not like the others
    But I still try to be
    With
    This mask
    And it
    It flips me
    Takes me
    Over
    Always
    Completely
    And you don't know
    Trust me
    I'm...
    I'm violent
    Don't anger
    Me
    I'll stab your throat
    With a
    Pencil
    What is this shield?
    Trust me,
    Disciple.
    I've built it up.
    We all have done it once, and it's one of our greatest flaws.
    And we refuse to recognize this terrible trait, the horrible hypocrites we always are.
    But i'm not going to fix it, according to those I used to call my "fellow poets".
    F*** their d*** h***-bound c*** souls.
    Damn
    Damn
    Damn
    Hell hell hell
    Crap crap crap
    There you go
    That's
    What
    I
    Think
    You can't see the real me
    You.
    Don't.
    Know.
    I should just leave
    This world
    I'll be blunt
    I'M JUST LIKE THAT
    I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK
    I'm going into bliss
    If I, lowly worm, deserve it
    I will complete the metamorphosis
    And bloom as an eagle
    But as an accursed rose,
    I've got to go
    What is life?
    It's what's about to be missing
    If it was ever there at all
    And just remember to blame it all on
    Society
    Society
    Society

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