It All Started With a Simple Sentence

It all started with a simple sentence.
"Was that an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?"
I guess you could say it was both because I fell hard. Really hard. Nothing meant as much to me as to wake up to a text from her saying that she wished me a good day and that she loved me. It wasn't anything overly romantic but it made me happy and loved and it made me feel warm. We used to talk to talk way into the night waiting for 11:11 so we could make a wish, but I didn't need to because I already had everything I could wish for and more. I caught myself thinking about her 24/7, about her smile, about her eyes, about her laugh, about all the time I wanted to spend with her. I still think about those things, but I stop myself because I know that the morning text that made me feel so special wasn't going to come, that staying up 'til 11:11 only made me wish for her back, that I'd never be able to see her smile, her eyes and her laugh again. Just as it started with one simple sentence, it ended with one too.
"so I guess goodbye..."

Anonymous

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Because one day the sun comes up and you realise you haven't slept for days 

And the pain you thought you hid so well was actually your heart breaking 

And every time you hear a door open you imagine her walking through it because she's all you've thought about, isn't she? 

Her eyes 

Her smile 

Her hair

Her laugh 

Her kiss 

Her hand inside of yours 

That's all you've thought about, isn't it? 

And it's not 3am when you're not sleeping 

It's 4 in the afternoon when you're working that you feel the need to break down 

Because she's no longer a message away 

Because she's no longer a call away 

Because you can't help but drag yourself down 

Because she always brought you up and you'd never want to think of a world without her so you live it as though she wasn't 

And it's not your mum you cry to; it's your pillow 

Because it smells like her 

And you dig your head deeper and deeper into it until the smell fades and all that's left are

your tears 

And you never thought for a second you wouldn't be able to roll over and wrap your arms around her 

But all you do is hug thin air 

And the spot right next to you on your bed is hers 

Whether she's with you or not

And you won't let anyone replace it 

Because she gave you things no other woman could 

She gave you life and meaning 

And she pushed you to succeed and she pushed you to test your limits and she pushed you to go that extra mile 

And today you can honestly say you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her

Britt Wheildon

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You always thought that the pain would go away didn't you?

You always thought that, if you didn't think of it, you wouldn't feel it

You were always told, "Don't worry, it will end soon"

It hasn't ended has it?

All you wanted was for someone to understand your pain and for someone to tell you that it will all be fine and that they won't tell anyone.....right? 

You thought that if someone knew, that you would be able to redeem yourself back to what everyone calls "normal", yeah? 

Well, you're wrong.

Telling someone gets you nowhere these days 

Helping someone gets you a little further than yesterday but you always fall back down Thinking the pain was going to go away was stupid because it never does; it just stays there until you feel like your life is nothing but a dying entity

Maybe it stops every now and then but that doesn't mean it's going to stay away

Listening to people might get you their respect but where is it going to get you?

You choose to listen to those who have no experience with what you're going through because those who are going through what you're going through have not quite figured out how to stop it yet. 

But even when they do, are you going to choose to listen to them; are you going to choose to get the medicine to your pain?

Because knowing you, you wouldn't know what to do.

I say all this because I'm going through what you're going through.

I hurt, I cry, I cut, I continuously think that one day maybe someone will cut me some slack and I won't have to worry about it anymore. 

But I know that that day is either really far away or it's never going to come.

I change  my emotions and bottle them up so no one knows what happened the day before 

I cry myself to sleep at night so I don't cry the next day

I hide the pain from everyone so no one comes up to me to ask me, "What's wrong?" 

I don't remember what it feels like to feel loved because the last couple of times I got heart broken

As much as I loved the feeling of knowing someone was there to hold me and to support me, I hated the feeling of them breaking my heart and then thinking we could stay friends because it's like I never meant anything to them

It's like the giant paragraphs and phone calls and the days spent together meant nothing

Like the deep and meaningful conversations never actually meant anything because it's like the feeling of being used 

I know you're hurting and I know you want to cry but you need to listen to me because I know what it feels like

Every day I am one step closer to finding the cure to being happy again

For M

I do not need to see your face – you are here

I glimpse you every day, my dear,

in the sun’s rays

I hear you sing to me in a bird’s song but not just one

Even the kookaburra,

just for fun when you laugh with me

a sound of glee

and even though I don’t know

what your face would be

like today

I still say that you are truly beautiful

Like a fool I miss you

Anonymous

New Norcia

Ghost gums reach towards the stars, allured by their mystical powers.

Their spider-like limbs twist and grab at the gleaming sparks, keeping

their feet planted firmly on the earth.

I wander cautiously between their bodies…

A single, golden light brings illumination to my path

where thick, black brush strokes

threaten to cover and deceive the road’s guiding stones.

But I keep my eyes above –

the glinting jewels lift my courage and brighten my thoughts.

They weave their own invisible paths through

the ominous cloak of the night sky.

So I follow their paths,

averting my gaze from the foreboding shadows

that want to grab at my arms and legs.

I can’t let their plans be fulfilled

for it would mean my doom.

As I near my destination,

my heart begins to lessen its pace,

bringing ease back to my mind.

I am within reach of comfort,

safety,

rest.

Home.

Anonymous

Little Things

A smile can bring

such peace

and make a heart sing or iron out the crease

that sorrow may fling

at you

it’s these little things that make a difference

I believe these should be

held with reverence

as though they are part of a dream

that comes to fruition

and takes away the partition

between heaven and earth,

brings a blessing from a curse,

joy from hurt,

a flower from dry dirt.

Claire Connor

True Self

It’s not easy to know what makes up your identity…

who you are when you are free

Or maybe it’s who they want you to be.

Some don’t get the chance to say, ‘This is ME.’

Some are stopped from living to succeed,

Instead told they must follow

Something far more hollow,

A shell of a person that becomes their today…and tomorrow.

Is it the outer appearance that gives that sense?

The shape and form and tense?

Is it the position held within a fence

of society

Blocked off by conforming ideology?

Is it the things we do

that give us our sense of true

Self?

I know that I do not wish

To be placed inside a box or a bowl

Like a fish,

Where one must swim around…and around…and around to please

Others whom just sit back with ease.

Don’t tell me to be different than I am today,

A person whom is finding their own way

And does not want to stay

In a cage.

If I choose to be your opposing thought

One whom will not be wrought

With fear or wracked with jealousy

Not taught to think what I do not believe,

Even if it is all that the eye can see.

I will remain

One and the same

The person whom looks like me, holds all my heart, and is called by my name.

 Claire Connor