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You fell a long wayz
what more can i say
i can’t replace the love
it was never there
your tears get you no where
you think it isn’t fair
my feelings are gone
we will never be
why wouldn’t you see
walk away from the pain
try to stay sane
thinking of the times we had
woundering what went wrong
hearing our song
falling to your knees, begging please
just on more chance
i will change my life
hearing the wordz (It’s over)
Grabbing the knife, Slicing your wrist
trying not to miss, tears fill your eyes
saying your last goodbyes, praying to god
forgive me for all my syns
i just want to rise, now that your bleeding
looking at the sky, wanting to just fly
red water flows faster, out of your wrist
you start to fade away, just wish you had your last kiss
or just of missed your wrist
you realize you made a bad choice
Hearing that dark voice.

My scars are called disfiguring
and would be if
I were mere figure,
But I am phantom, angel and light!
My scars symbolize how I took flight
When death chased me
And failed to erase me.
And ten years later, a second scar that is
So close to the other
Celebrates that I am now called mother.
One scar meant life for a baby,
And the other meant life for me.
My scars–gnarled tree branches grown into the length of my belly,
And I am tree.

–Marcia McNair

The suicides
The abuse
The lies
The staying
The going
The school on hold
The tubes tide
The no other men
Bc of our family curse
Bc i thought i culd handle it
Bc i thought i was protectin u
Bc i thought i was filterin it from u
Bc i thought i was helpin you
Bc i thought you would b ok
Bc i thought you wuld survive
Bc i thought u wuld not catch it
Bc I LOVE SO MUCH
Bc I can
Bc you deserved better
Bc i wuld take the fall
Bc i culd live if u not suffer

Bc i culd if just knowing:
1 more day safe
1 more day free
1 more day drug free
1 more day alcohol free
1 more day a child of God Not disturbed
1 more day w the family
1 more day loved by others
1 more day becoming YOU

Bc you did not ask for that
Bc you did not ask for this
Bc i choose you You did not choose me

Bc i wil till
The day I die
Keep being what I be

By: Jacqueline Antinone

In the wind drift sweet memories
Tender fragments of you
To the honey-colored moon
They travel
A Radiant, bewitched moon.

Arduously seeping out of our radiant heart
A longing heart.

Yet inside
We, enveloped by a glorious light
Our souls unite
In one passionate embrace
Until infinity.

By Ileana D Vasquez

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The beauty in her eyes
Challenged only by her heart
An adventuresome spirit
Floating above countless sorrow
Searing through eons of misconception
Glowing like golden rays of love
That betray evil in her midst
The shadows of darkness
Only to smile in the depths of despair
When all is lost
Never to enlist defeat
When hopelessness arrives
In full regalia resplendent
Her smile alone moves mounts of stone
While armies in faithful repose shout her name
To the high eloquent spirits of times gone by
Beg to ride on her wings of wishes
Infused with poetry and wine
As the sun rises to the birds of song

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Little fossils.
Little lives.
Little me they all despise.
Little focus.
Little gin?
To… the end, where we begin.
Battered memories.
Barefaced bruises.
Thought invading as it chooses.
Clenching tension.
Shale for jaw.
Shards imploding.
Bone-strewn shore.
Tired evolving.
Fight not flight.
Burgess rejects haunt my night.
Under cover in the rain.
Drown the tears.
Drink the pain.
Still escaping
forces tidal,
The unfittest
of survivals.
Crave extinction.
End the era.
On this cliff face,
“now” draws nearer.
Undercurrents
sank emotion.
Punctuation,
Semi- colon;
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And together the two
They made a shoe
With a soul and a virgin tongue
Intended to be worn
By only one
The one who’ll wear it
Til it’s death
Or his
And so it waits
Too often impatiently
To be worn
And oh too often
It’s worn by other’s
Maybe it’s a loafer
Easy to slip in and out of
For anyone
Who wants to wear it
Or perhaps it’s open
At both ends
For variety
On trips around the world
And back
Or maybe a sneaker
The quiet one
And no one knows
It’s been sneaking
Until it’s bought
By the one
The ONLY one who’s supposed to wear it
I hope he didn’t pay much
But then again
I wonder how many shoes
He’s worn
And made comfortable
For someone else to wear
I think before
I buy my shoe
I’ll be sure
That when I do
The box is opened
First by me
And last too.

I woke up it started again,
that empty hole in my tummy.
I felt the eyes begin to swell
these tears just get so runny.

I can’t explain this loneliness
this fear is all around.
I want to just feel good today
and stop this foolish clown.

I’m standing in my way of life.
I’m letting fear take over.
Remember when you were a child,
everything was a four leaf clover.

My feet feel stuck.
My legs are heavy.
Someone please come hold
me like a teddy.

I’m feeling low
and sad today,
but you won’t win.
I’ll get strong, i pray.

for in me,
there is more to this
and you aint seen
the killer kiss,

I’ll fight and punch.
I won’t go down.
I’ll keep on moving.
I got this next round.

You see, i know you.
We’ve met before,
but remember i won,
iIts time to soar.

So i face you head on
and take no shit,
cause this girl here
will never quit.

Moonlight and sunrises
are gifts for me.
No longer dark days,
I get up from my knees.

The day awaits.
I’ve things to get done.
So step aside,
I’m off to the sun.

To, Dana

In the eyes of God, being a man, has nothing to do with how tall you stand.

He does not care about what you wear, how you look, how well you fare.

The things God cares about are true, and linger deep inside of you.

They are the things that no one sees, there are no payments, there are
no fees.

There is no cost , it’s no surprise, to be important in God’s eyes,

All you need to do you see, is be observant of the tree…………

Watch the grass, as it grows, watch the farmer as he sows.

These are things that God has given, to show a little hint of heaven.

The tree grows mighty, from within, though in a storm it still can bend.

The grass grows green with healthy color, the farmer sows, God is his
brother.

God is everyone and everything, whether visible or not,

we see the results of his love, though not through what we’re taught.

We have to learn to meditate, pray and believe,

then the world becomes more than we alone could conceive

God is in the moment, the now, the still, it is in those blessed times
that we can truly feel

God in us, as it should be. We are a part of all, you see.

So let your measure, let your worth, be not defined by people. Rather
put your treasure in the house that has the steeple.

Whether church as a place, or simply in your heart, living consciously
with God becomes a work of art.

You weave the tapestry of joy, and thankfulness unending, because of
what you know is true, and all the love you’re sending.

So ending this note to you, to thine own self be true. Know that
you and God are one, and be at peace when day is done.

Our meat has spoiled
Our milk’s gone sour
And still we wait for you
And power