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I was lying in bed and all of a sudden,
i woke to an ear splitting alarm,
before i could move,
my room was in flames,
and within seconds my bed,
and even before i could scream me.
i burned into ashes on my bed.

This post was submitted by karly.

Faded Memories

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Why did you have me, if you were not gonna take care of me?
In and out my life my whole life, leaving
your kids choosing your wife.
It really hurts to know your not here.
My own dad to know you don’t care.
I love you dad, I really do, but worrying if I’m gonna see you I think I’m through.
Do you know what that does to a child.
No love from her dad drive a kid wild.
But i did alright for myself dad.
Don’t worry I aint that mad.
I wish you were here don’t get me wrong.
But when you were here you weren’t here that long.
I don’t know what to do or even what to say.
You not in my life I think its better that way.
You never made new memories for me , but what can i say.
All the old memories are fading, fading away!!

This post was submitted by Emily Farinha.

DEATH

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I feel the pain as fresh as can be
As the sword is drawn from within me
My heart bleeds and I cease to breath
Feeling as cold as ice it seems, I lay in the dark of night
Casting my eyes to the endless sky of light
Hours gone by, and NO one hears my cry
Wishing I can turn to arms open wide
Reminiscing on the past
I remember all and what was lost
Opening my mouth but the words just won’t come out
Calling to be saved, it must be a dream I face
Not realizing I stand at the edge as I watch
my corpse being laid to rest
Is this the end? As night turns to light?
Who am I to change what must be right?
I go to a better place I hope with all my might!

This post was submitted by Stacy Ann Charlie.

Stitches

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The stitches in my rag doll
are coming loose again
along with all the memories
I had hidden in them
The love I had for only one
The hate I had for another
The fun I had with all my friends
and the bad times that I had
all these things were wrapped up
in the stitches of my rag doll.
The tears I cried
The happiness poured in
The anger a thousand times placed
would all amount to nothing
if the stitches came unlaced
I grasp for the memories
I desperately need to keep
but as my rag doll unravels,
the memories in the stitches
are all forgotten, lost, without a trace.
As time goes on, as new memories are made
I can’t help but wonder
where those forgotten memories went
those untouched dreams
the ones I started
but never finished…

This post was submitted by Hannah Morris.

SIX FEET UNDER

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As I lie here asleep
I dream of how it will feel six feet deep
Will this pain then be the same
Or will it be the end of the game
I pray there will be no more tears
And that I will have nothing more to fear
But as I lay here in complete dark
I wonder, if up above, I left my mark
Is there anyone who would really care
Maybe they won’t even realize I’m not there
I hope they’ll think about me every once in a while
Maybe even remember me with a smile
As I recall the smiles on their face
I ask myself, was it really an unbearable place
It is extremely lonely and quiet down here
The silence is deafening to my ears
Is this a tear coming from my eye
Or is it the rain seeping in from the sky
I realize now, there will always be some pain
And from here, there is nothing to gain
But now as I lie here six feet deep
I wish I was…………only asleep

This post was submitted by Lavida Stevens.

A sad poem

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All the hours are moving
My tear ready to drop
And it wont seem to stop
My mind is going crazy
I cant seem to find my place, in such a confined space
Im tired of trying my hardest
Of living through the same day
I wish i could view it things differently
Because nothing is getting better
I dont want to go
But i dont want to cry
Im really really confused
Always wondering why im here
I wish i wan invisible, that i could somehow disappear
Im lonely, oh so lonely
Need someone to hold me
So insecure and un-free
And i can barely breath
I cant get enough air
I long for someone to love me
For someone to care
Because im slipping away slowly
Its harder to hold on
Oh, im getting weeker
And im almost gone…

This post was submitted by donna.

Murder Of Unborn

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The cry of the unborn wakes me
i remember,the memory of the pain
excruciating.
its accusing eyes piercing through
the restless soul of a guilty mother.
only at the edge of blissful reasoning
did she master the cry of agony in pain
of a soul in perish.
in a mind jail without choice,she is
convicted in a playground of carcass
sentenced of murder
of an infant that never was.

This post was submitted by Liz Kaniki.

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