Memories

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Memories are always beautiful
reminiscences never loses its soothing warmth
for even with the scars
it sure displays
the yesteryears dazzling charms

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A Life Of Worth

Sarah Doughty

“Thank you for loving me
and making life worth living.”

I have spent enough time living in hell to know that this is far from it. In comparison, it’s like a bump in the road. But if it weren’t for you, and your unwavering support, it wouldn’t have been a bump in the road. It would have been a new kind of hell. So thank you, for being here. Thank you for making life better. A little easier. Thank you for loving me and making life worth living.

© Sarah Doughty

Because life isn’t easy.
I never claimed it was.
But loving you
changes everything.

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I was here.

Shreya Vikram

Today is one of the bad days.

Today, I spend an hour over the page, spelling out my name onto paper, over and over and over again until it’s all I can see.

A curve here. A line there. A dot. Repeat.

A tear drops onto the ink and leaves a speckle of blue that wobbles when I exhale.

I feel my pulse steadily rising, my heart beating faster as I take another breath.

It’s all wrong.

It isn’t me.

The paper cackles as I crush it, laughing at me.


I feel like a mirage, as if I’m made of smoke, fading into nothingness.

Like a cold squall of wind could hiss my way, and I’ll be gone, only two sets of nails and thirty-four teeth swirling in a spiral down to the ground.

And then, just as quickly, they’ll turn to dust and ash, blown away in a gust…

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Imprinted Scars

Serenity

Palpitations

Restoring giddiness

Tummy aches

Shaky legs

The wave returns;

The familiar air,

Somber weather!

We get poles apart

In a jiff,

Yesterday;

You were me,

Today,

I don’t know you!

Frustrating,

How this poem doesn’t rhyme!

Alas,

You’ll forget everything,

It’s just a matter of time!

And yet

My struggle,

With the conscience!

No matter how tough I

Want to be,

A sparrow’s soul lives inside of me!

© Soiba

Photo: Google Images

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What You’re Looking For

Defining Yellow

Here’s the thing. There’s a few things I have learned so far in my 21 years of life and some of them have been real hard to come to terms with. Some of them obviously being that you don’t always get what you want, Santa and the Easter Bunny aren’t real, that Justin Bieber is probably never going to love me, and lastly and most importantly was that there is nothing wrong with me. Yeah yeah I know it’s cheesy and it’s redundant but it’s true. There is nothing wrong with you or me and there nothing for us to be so upset at ourselves for.

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