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When It Happens

I cried               Why? Maybe it is because no one understands me.
                         Doesn't stop to listen to my thoughts. Cares less 
                         about my presence to the naked eye. Doesn't Care.

I cried               Why? Maybe it is because they are too intrusive being
                         happy with their lives. Because I smile a lot and I am
                         not provoked at all by anyone. Doesn't mind.

I cried               Why? Because of my concealed past that I cannot share.
                         I am unsatisfied with me and who I am. Sulking 
                         feels better to me than laughing. Hates the world.

I cried               Why? No one is there for me. I do not want to be figured
                         out. Trying means nothing to me, I am not going to become
                         flawless in any way. Love is gone.

I cried               Why? My questions are unanswered. Invisibility describes 
                         me. Caring deprives me. Interest excites me. Loneliness
                         surrounds me.  Is left alone.

I cried               Because it frees my mixed emotions. Tears are the only
                         thing that seem to understand, comfort and help me 
                         become stronger, wiser and much more of a secret. 

I smile              In the end when I fool others into believing that it is 
                        all okay. It is the only thing that will satisfy me.. well
                        at least for now.



Rebecca C*

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Just Imagination

I thought the more focussed, the much better
Thoughts can flow easily like a delicate feather

A feather decorated with arrangements of patterns
Bursting from the dull dreary colors of the ground to the beautiful pale yellow of 
Saturn

Exploration from Saturn to the deep blues of the mysterious sea
Water creatures curious, lively with the current not knowing where they be

Wandering with no knowledge about the outside of their world, these species are 
careless
Following the sounds that the fresh waters possess 

Sweet melodic sound of the rushed waves clashing on shore
Bringing the days end in a swift little roar

The quiet wait for the tics to toc
Everything seems vacant as I slip back to thought

Comfortably overlay-ed by the thought of relaxation
Time to wind down from that brisk vacation

I thought the more focussed, the much better
Thoughts can be disrupted easily like a delicate feather


- Rebecca C*

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I Can See

I seen a man
I seen a man
Bearing the weight of his yore problems in life
No tears wept, he left the emotions to his wife
I seen a man
Daring to proceed in front of crowds and be his own person 
Discovering the independence of his character in confusion
I seen a man
Touch not, he could not feel
Speak not, his mouth was sealed
Hear not, no one can listen to his mind
Taste not, the insipid peels of lime
I seen a man
In his wild days, love, would be thrown out there
Following an untraced path, set in air
Hate would bubble within
But it would not erupt, only applause... Fading
His story would confuse the young, puzzle the old
This is just the introduction untold
I seen a man
Imaged in black and white
I seen a man
But I am blind
I seen a man
I seen a man



Rebecca C*

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After Work

He throws his black trench coat across the foot stool;
Wet and Cold as he is, he heads straight to the kitchen.
It's dark outside, the neon moon is the only source of light; 
Rain beats down on the glass window.

He blows out all the rosemary scented candles, and swiftly grabs her by the waist,
Taken by surprise, she lets out a silent scream;
The soft touch of his finger caresses her plump lips.
Swaying in tune to the sweet melody played in their heads.

They share a kiss as gentle as a mother holding her newborn;
He picks her up and sits her on the marble kitchen island. 
'Be gentle' she whispers in his ear;
He then thrusts himself into her.

Legs sprawled, arms out; the moans get louder and louder.
They move in rhythm to the tics on the clock.
A bead of sweat drips down her smooth butter skin;
His strong grip around her waist, he gradually moves faster.

'Be gentle' , he slows down and gently kisses her neck;
Then he moves down to her ripe chestnut brown nipples.
He licks her stomach and swiftly thrusts himself into her once more.
Legs wrapped around his dark chocolate body, they move towards the oakwood staircases.

The master bedroom door echoes throughout the house;
The kitchen is quiet, the pit-patter of the rain is swoon.
The rosemary candles take over the faint smell of his cologne;
The intensity has died down, everything is left still.

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Reminisce

He            started to seep himself into my shaken body              
	    After my 12th birthday; the day I got introduced            
            to what ‘menstrual’ is. Not once, twice, three but
            five rounds of this filthy act. BAM, BAM, BAM,
            BAM, BAM; just like that, five startling, heart 
            shaking, body rupturing rounds. At that time he 
            was 30, way older than I was. I would never forget
            those black liquid eyes surrounded by a stinging
            red rim piercing through my precious innocent 
            soul, followed by that crooked smirk. The

Raped       lamb—correction the ripe lamb laid heedlessly on 
            the grass soaking up the sun. It felt eyes preying
            its head, its body down to its heels but shrugged
            that feeling off. This larger figure jumped out and 
            put the sheep to sleep. It was dragged away;
            lifeless. I was aware of everything but taken over
            by utter shock. It was darkness, I could see the
            moonlight trying to bust open the deteriorated
            blinds. The incents battled the aroma of weed. I
            coughed but no sound came out, only my body
            shuddered. I then realized my mouth has been
            taped by a heavy sticky film; duct tape. The room 
            was small, very small as was the mattress that I
            lay on centered in the middle of what it feels, jail  
            cell. Everything is torn and worn. I attempt to 
            move but my hands are cuffed by a silver bracelet 
            attached to chains, it connects to the bed rails. I 
            scan the room franticly as I look at the closet I
            review those black liquid eyes and yolk stained
            teeth smiling at me. I swallowed my scream; Help
            Me. It was

Me             who would not move. Him who was panicky. Us 
           who put no connection. Them who do not know. 
           I wonder what would happen if I even whisper the
           events of that time.  No one but Silence and I 
           know the truth behind the vivid lies. I felt no 
           sympathy.  I had no chances. There was no
           escape. It haunted my childhood forever.
           Happiness, candy, joy isn’t that it? Not in my case, 
           mine’s was different. Silent Secrets is more like it 
           and it still is that way.



Rebecca C*

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Significance of Rain

Some say its a blessing, 
Some say he's just angry, 
Some say he's crying, 
Some say it's just nothing

Dancing off the ground creating a vast puddle, 
Rushing down the edge of the curb, 
Cars zoom by as if the driver is in a rush
Couple's in the living room cuddle 

Taking away the pain, some call it rain
Questioning their lives, questioning why ... Dreaming 
Leaving one thoughtless, mind clear like the glass on the window pane 

Others are angry because it ruined their plans,
Little do they know a blessing was the plan, 
Thank God that you are alive to see another day, 
After all when the storm is done, a rainbow reminds you of the promise he made 

Some say its a blessing, 
Some say he's just angry, 
Some say he's crying ... Think About It -- 
Its just a Promise kept alive , never dying

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It Doesn'T Matter

It doesn't matter what color you are
Either you're black, white or red
Inside us we are all the same
Different cultures and different generations
Come together united and standing
To unite in harmony and be free

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I Am the Sun

I am the sun,
Brighter than a straight 'A' student;
Shining my way to greatness.
I can never be dulled,
Because I am a ball of orange warmth.
In the night
When it is time for the moon to shed his neon light,
I will be re-energizing myself
For another day to shine.

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Something Real

Lonesome as he is, his days are dark and empty
Something is needed to brighten his day
Its like there is no light the clouds have hidden the warm sun
Something bright, something fun must come his way

A seed. A sunflower seed.
Giving it life by planting it in the ground
The roots start to grow
The petals become a bright yellow

To die. To die must be its greatest fear
The color is fading from yellow to white
To disappear. To disappear to where no one knows of
His life is too complicated. It's dying down.

Lonesome as he is, his days are dark and empty
Something is needed to brighten his day.
Its like there is no light the clouds have hidden the warm sun
Something bright, something, someone must come his way

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Cold Showers

The stem gets weak and the leaves get thin,
There is no chance that it could win.
Miracle grow wouldn't even help it stand tall,
I am unstoppable everyone shall fall.
Being defeated is not my game,
I defeat them causing much pain.
Supporters for this frail dim flower?
Can't be they must be here for the showers.
Why am I shrinking and getting so weak?
The water was nice, but its tasted kind of sweet.
The flower regains its strength and power each day,
I am no longer a fighter, I become stray.
Cancer cannot stand a chance, 
If people take one more glance.
Defeated once again by a pool of sunflowers,
Was it because of the rain or the cold showers?
The steam gets weak and the leaves get thin,
There is no chance that I can win.