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 May 2018 Annie
Rsebd
I remember the first time I shared a dance with the devil.
We cut lines and spun circles until we couldn’t feel our feet beneath us.
Our bodies so close I felt the sweat beading on her neck.
She fed me venom from her lips,
a searing pain set in my flesh and I lost feeling in my mouth.
I felt a drip and my throat went numb, the energy was electric.

I pulled her in and kissed her harder, our lips so chapped they cracked under pressure;
iron crept to my taste buds but I didn’t care,
we just kept dancing.
The only thing that mattered was that we found comfort in one another’s demons.
Our bodies moving in unison was the closest the world would ever get to magic and I knew I would never be that free again.
Dancing with her gave me a sense of power,
like nothing would ever hurt me, like I could do anything.

She made it okay to feel.

I’d heard of her eyes before our unforgettable encounter;
they were known to diminish the character of a decent man.
Warned not to get involved I naturally did the opposite.
All I could think about was those piercing green eyes.
She had a peculiar smell,
the chemicals in her perfume so prevalent that my eyes watered as it made its home in my nasal cavity.
I knew then that she would change me,
to be frank I didn’t too much mind.

We went on many adventures together,
she was my first choice for music festivals
my only friend on a non-stop flight.
Each time she was with me my heart would tap-dance when I heard hers beat.
I fell further in love when my heart tapped so hard it nearly danced out of my chest.

My energy levels set in a constant high all because of the carelessness that traveled through the sway of her hips.

This woman won control of my emotions,
so much so that I hated who I was without her.
Her embrace was my happy place and I’d be willing to give my life to be wrapped up in hers.
Lost in her I knew I couldn’t live this way much longer,
I had to escape the curves of the white dress.
I hit the pavement.
I noticed the world start to fall the further I got away from her
nothing was as fun as it was before
Life without her is drab, but I’ve got to do what’s necessary to keep myself alive.

She was never good for me.
 May 2018 Annie
Brianna
Highs/ Lows
 May 2018 Annie
Brianna
It was like strawberries and champagne.
It was like the taste of sugar when my lips pressed against yours.
It was like the rush of *******.

It was the morning air filled with regret and sorrow.
It was the way you touched me that made me heart race.
It was the look you gave me when you said you wouldn't be back tomorrow.

I like the games, they keep me on my toes.
but i hate the way my heart feels when we are done.
I like the games but they fill me with woes.

It was like strawberries and smoke.
It was the way you asked me my name when we first met.
It was the way i wished you'd just choke.

emotions are high.
I am high.
My life... is low.
Let me be absorbed in art,
nothing else but art, if I
cannot fall into love and
to be loved. Let me do
nothing but create art.
 Nov 2017 Annie
Natasha L
Two Years
 Nov 2017 Annie
Natasha L
Two years
Two thousand tears shed
All because you took my unconscious body to bed
What was going through your head
When you peeled my skin-tight dress off of me

What did you see
Did you see me
Or was I just something to get you off
Was it the dead weight of my body that turned you on
Or the fact that I had just turned 21?
 Nov 2017 Annie
XIII
Wait for it...
 Nov 2017 Annie
XIII
I have listened to it,
I have felt it,
I have written about it,
all, before you did.
So don't fret
my old friend,
the atonement
for my sins
will soon be here
in just a blink,
just as you wish,
so just wait.
 Jan 2017 Annie
Mitch Prax
Unaligned
 Jan 2017 Annie
Mitch Prax
I prefer
the certainty
of separation
Than the
uncertainty
of 'almost'
 Aug 2016 Annie
r
Beggarman, you
 Aug 2016 Annie
r
When you paint your walls
with nonsense, and the sky outside
reflects your feelings, sensations
tiring, discovering floors and no ceilings.

And the faceless poor man
doesn't want your tips
but your hand, he wants to try
standing, because he's tired of kneeling.

When you insure the beggar's
confidence with a dime, hoping
he will ask you to stay awhile, then
you see he's not the freak, you are.

It is your mind that is on trial,
the beggarman dying, you slowly
take up his cup, and begin the eternal
begging for just one single smile.
 Aug 2015 Annie
AlanK
Another Lesson
 Aug 2015 Annie
AlanK
I search and search
and search in vain
Maybe it will help
To accept this pain

A crushing surprise
Slammed shut a door
I try to know myself
And nothing more

The loss of love
A stifling chill
I shut my eyes
Swallow this bitter pill

I just tried to trust
Those who couldn’t love
I have to overcome
And rise above

Another lesson in life’s
Twisting changing path
It makes me stronger
When I lose the wrath.
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