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It Was You?

I thought I could trust you

I thought you were my best friend

My only friend

Why would you start a rumor?

Why would you say that?

It's not true at all

I don't want to believe this

Believe you could do this

But what can I do?

~Soul

Write about someone tracking down the source of a rumor

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Rising from the ashes, a Phoenix I shall be,

The flames of despair might kill me,

But it won't keep me down.

Rising from the flames, a Phoenix is my symbol,

Stronger I will grow, resilient is my will.

Beneath the moonlit sky, i will soar so high,

Painting the skies in hues,

My masterpiece of brilliance,

The colors of my bruises,

Show the story of my battles,

And of my perseverance.

Rising from ashes, a Phoenix I am now,

Building up my strength,

To take down all my demons.

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In This Cell

The mind is a dangerous place

It says things I want to erase

So loud, I'm trapped in it

Though I won't admit

I'm fine, I'm fine, not stuck at all

Because you don't need to know the fall

I'll walk in circles around this cell

Not showing anyone it's a living hell

~Soul

Happy Halloween 🎃

Setting is in some type of prison cell

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Painful Embrace

His arms wrapped around me

Even though I asked him not to

His smile is wide as he talks

While I'm here trying to escape

I pull on his arms to get loose

But to no luck

Long forgotten what he's saying

When I'm as uncomfortable as this

He's been told I don't like this

But he does it anyway

Our parents aren't much help

If anything, they encourage

I've voiced my dismay

But I'm forced to except it

~Soul

Start or end with someone getting a hug

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Trying something a little different

Using writing prompts for inspiration

Life Goes By

They act like they're busy

Walking around, ignoring,

Avoiding the apology

Like nothing happened

I watch them through broken eyes

Hoping they look away

But life goes by

And they won't say anything

~Soul

"Write from the prospective of a ghost"

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Porch Sit

On a small porch in the backyard

Sits a lone dog waiting for me at the door

Wanting to sit and watch the world go by

Even though there's not much to see

Just a bit of the road and the neighbor's house

But he loves it none the less

Sitting with me and cuddling up

Ready to stay until night falls

~Soul

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Alive

I'm in a moment of my life

Where I don't want to live, but don't want to die

But do I want to use the knife?

Be ready to say good bye?

I guess what I mean is I accept death,

Being ready when it occurs

And ready to take my last breath

While everything blurs

~Soul

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The Glass Child

"Sorry, your brother needs me"

"This is important, maybe another time"

Always told to me, no matter how much I plea

I want your attention, is that a crime?

You act like I'm see through

Like you don't know I'm there

Is that true?

If something happened, would you even care?

What can a do to get your attention?

Maybe a broken arm, a bit of poison?

How I want to spill crimson

Then, I can be the main focus and not a gremlin

But instead, I feel made out of glass

Where no one sees me

Everyone is a pain in the ass

I guess its ment to be

~Soul

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Hoodie Time

As the weather gets colder,

And you my baby are getting older,

I get out your hoodie.

You had it since you were a baby,

But now, you walk a little weakly.

You now have a hard time keeping warm

So the hoodie is the norm.

~Soul

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What am I?

Love

Something everyone feels

Right?

Then what does it feel like?

Why don't I feel it?

Am I broken?

I never felt that way

Everyone says I'll find it eventually

But, what if I don't?

Do I have to feel it?

Do I have to find love?

Nowadays, I feel fine on my own

I think today, I know what I am

~Soul

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Loved

You used to mean everything to me

Now you mean nothing

What happened?

Depression.

I can't feel how I used to

I can't love what I used to

I can't be who I used to be

No matter how much I try

:(

~Soul

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My First Memory

Positivity. Family. Happiness

Childhood. Fun. Love.

Right?

Then why do I remember screaming?

Mean words and negativity?

The sound of my mother's voice

Saying she's to busy for me

That my brother's problem

Was more important

The sound of my tears

Hitting the book in hand

My favorite book

That I wanted her to read

I sat in my door way

Book long forgotten

Thinking what I want

Isn't worth my parent's time

~Soul

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Bliss

They say ignorance is bliss

Unless you're the one being ignored

Feels like falling into an abyss

Unfortunately, it's nothing new

Nothing to reminence

They say their friends

But they were the first

Ignored all your extends

Until you couldn't anymore

All you can do is pretend

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~Soul

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Protection

I say I hate you

And I wouldn't care if something happened

But as soon as someone else talks

I can't promise they'll be cushioned

You are mine

I don't care about my reputation

If you're not safe

I'll leave them in devastation

They all already hate me

So they can voice their objections

But you, my brother,

Are worth all my protection

~Soul

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Just a haircut

Tw: Slight Transphobia

Hair covered the bathroom floor

All of it gone, along with the voices

She can't hear them anymore

No. Not she. They. Though no one would call them that

~Soul

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The pills

Tw: suicidal thoughts

Alone at midnight

Pills in hand

Knowing soon

The pain will end

But... Is it right?

To do this?

Will they care?

They say they do

Is that true?

Should she stop?

Talk to them?

One way to find out.

Put the pills away

Try again another day

~Soul

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Space Invader

Tw: "Nice Guy Syndrome"

"Will you go out with me?"

Coming from this guy I've known for a year

Is he being serious? It seems unclear

I've never thought of him that way

Can I do this, keeping his emotions at bay?

No. Not with him

This situation is looking grim

Then came the yelling, the threats

Trying to force out my regrets

I had no where to go, on this slow moving bus

With lots of others looking at us

Who would have known this 6th grader

Could be this much of a space invader

~Soul