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Your "used to it."
Blade digs deeper into your forearm.
As I watch you bleed , all I can do is cry. For I fear your pain has turned to look at me.
Viseract Mar 2016
Stop this madness
You're giving me your sadness
Don't wanna be like this
Coz anything could happen

Look up at the stars
Hearing wind and honking cars
I don't know where I should start
But this is tearing me apart

So I speak to be heard
These problems I don't deserve
I don't live only to serve
I don't want you to transfer

What I left behind last year
Don't look back and show no fear
My mind just clicks into gear
This is something you should hear

My Father told me about girls
And how their emotions swirl
How they cause drama and unfurl
The flag that glimmers like a pearl

Telling you to go away
Whether or not you wanna stay
It's a twisted form of play
They do on guys for days and days

Now I'm not saying girls are all exactly the same
If they were, well I guess that'd be pretty lame
I know I cannot possibly lay the blame
On the ones who don't actually like to play this game

But don't you dare transfer
To me another world of hurt
I've dealt with one, and I don't yearn
For the past life that I let burn

And as I watched the smoke rise
With flames reaching to touch the sky
I swore to myself I would not die
To the pain a girl can leave behind
I quite like this one. I think it is my new favourite :) tell me what you think
JR Rhine Jun 2016
To the class of __,

I hear them call my name
as I briskly walk across the narrow stage.
Encumbered in my regalia
weighing me down like chains,
I peer up into the blurry faces
protruding a hand from ambiguous bodies.
I shake rigidly looking across the stage
to face a mass of opaque beings
accumulating into one lump of ambiguity.
I know not their names nor their lovers and dreams
I dreamt alone I sat alone I cried alone I ate alone I worked alone
I sighed alone.
Though in the company of many,
their ship had sailed and I sat in the lonely rowboat
moored to their rear listening from afar
to their ecstatic shrieks of glee
glimpsing the glow of fire in their eyes
flames like distant stars finally reaching me
a dead and gone ancient memory.
A diploma weighing in my hand,
I exit the stage and take my seat to wait patiently
then once we turn our tassels to the right we rocket
into the air blissfully triumphantly
bodies joining hats soaring I amidst it all
the aimless rowboat in a sea of smiling faces--
tossing and turning in their wake.

Feeling like the kidney transfer in a foreign body.
To transfer students.
Seated side by side,
corners of clothes touching.
Affliction stumbling out of mouths,
into the well where sound is felt
deep and wide.
Eleanor Rigby Aug 2014
I
go
to
bed
with
the
thought
of
you
under
my
pillow
and
it
directly
transfers
to
my
dreams.*


F.Z.N
MS Lynch Apr 2014
Waiting for letters
in great, wide envelopes.
Waiting for someone
else to decide
if I am worthy
to try for my dreams.

It all comes down
to letters
and how they
translate into a
number
and how that number
translates into a value
of you.

I wrote about how
I pulled myself out
of my own early grave
and how a pill
and a doctor
and a God
ignited
a fire in my heart
to live
and live
and live well.

Today, I am not a flower,
I am a seed,
who only wishes to be a flower;  
but fears nobody
will give me water.

I could be a garden.

— The End —