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 November Song by Eryn Leigh Boredom by R. Denniston Untitled by Kayla Ruchman Jars by Phoenix COBAIN'S COCAINE-- something of a metro ride by bridgette chabot submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
November Song by Eryn Leigh The Silence in place of an answer I needed Is driving me insane Where have all the people gone Who wanted me to fly? Pleasing Falsetto plays, It's not alright now And I'm so lonely I don't even want to Be with myself anymore. Tears fall quietly in their place Splashing like an ocean where they land On pages of memories that will last For longer than I'll ever want. Eyes too dry to cry anymore, A comfort ripped away from me Pieces of broken sanity Lay forgotten on the ground. Ashes sprinkling down to the earth A flame so hot it takes away the pain Scars left behind to show the world Just how over life can be. |
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