Jules
Jules
Jan 19

live
for today
love it cherish it
because one day you'll
wake up and find the
whole world turned
evil

(j.j)

Marshall CB Hiatt
Marshall CB Hiatt
Jul 19, 2013

Lightning and thunder and little pitter patter,
Snowfall and coffee and Halloween masks,
Orange and red and all the color leaves,
Couldn’t distract from that beauty you hold,

Like complimenting colors the world turns,
The sun shines from all angles upon you,
Whispering those soft secrets in my ear,
You’re like a new color on the painter’s palette.

A color I call Beau.

-July 8th 2013

On a Sunset spelled Murder.
Jack Savage
Jack Savage
Sep 4, 2013      Sep 4, 2013

A wind so strong it stripped the Putrid from sky.
Stripped the Dead from their light.
Stripped the Silence from night.

It carried their Souls.
As Easy as leaves.
Greed bleeds the flowers Green.

The toll of War is cold.
Only meadow holds Peace.
But Peace without doubt,
Cannot be relief.

Screams
             Purge
Haunt
             Earth

A wake brings Sleep.
A Dark new day.
Deaf ears so Meek.
As Quakes lay waste.

A Wind so strong it pulls, not pushes,
The Whispers of warriors and their Flags, before this.
Knocks on the doors and calls to their Whores,
Like Poison dripped to the Bottom of a Bottle neck; Sonorous.

A Fever like Fervor,
A Mist that once knew Her,
A Glass that's now Empty,
On a Sunset spelled Murder.

Crutches and caskets filled with coffins filled with crosses filled with crushing expectations

You are here now though I remember
You're in my dreams because you're my dream-girl

Blackness coming through the bright coming through ballooned faces coming through crowds who'd have it that angels come down and drag them into the sky

Now I'm without you though our fingers touch
I'll be someone new with someone new

A four legged animal
Called mans best friend
Always has time for me
and a ear to lend

He sits there so patiently
as I poor out my heart.
Its like he wants to heal me
but has no clue where to start.

He places his little paw on my hand
like everything will be okay.
Whoever thought I'd get this love from
an animal especially a stray ?!?

He looks up at me like he knows
what is going through my mind.
How can something that speaks no words
be so patient and so kind ?

Those deep brown eyes look up at me
like owner don't you cry
And then I look back at him
and its like God just told me "Why".

MMK
MMK
Feb 1, 2012

Hate
is Love
misplaced in disappointment
usually projected
from
within

Bianca E Rangel
Bianca E Rangel
Jan 27, 2013

What pray tell is it I so deeply remember?

Was it the way his eyes fell upon mine?
And threatened to suck me in

Perhaps it was when the conversation fell below the water
Or the way my words were lost in the darkest of night

Maybe when he stole my breath in the purest of sins
Was it when I felt his trembling form beneath my fingers

How could I ever forget his hypnotic voice
That poured over me like honey

Or the arms that enveloped me
And the hands that kept me warm

When it came to say goodbye, and farewells were said
I knew, he would one day return

Back to my bed

Even though many years have passed since I've seen my prince
And I've grown old and withered instead

The mirror still spoke the same, "You my queen, are a fool"

"xanax is just xanax spelled backwards" he said
kim bye
kim bye
Feb 24, 2012

on the green
hole 8, and five over par
southern california sunshine numb
leaning on a putting iron
leaning on a fistful of xanax
i had given up on the game a long time ago
just didn't know it yet
my friend was strung out on speed and coke
"breakfast of champions", he said
he had been aimlessly whacking the ball for the last hour
"fifty bucks to whoever hits Brian Wilson" he suddenly yelled!
sure enough, there was Brian Wilson,
standing by the mexican food-truck,
waiting for a taco or burrito or God knows what
i felt xanax confident
so i walked over and shook his hand
i told him thank you,
and that his music probably saved my life
"probably" he asked?
"yes" i said, and walked away
i told my friend to take some xanax and chill out
"xanax is just xanax spelled backwards" he said
and i could not argue with that
we never finished that round of golf,
but somehow i still feel like i won

nothing
nothing
Apr 15

I don't even know you,
I don't even know you,
I don't even know you,

the last time I felt my hands shake from someone I'd never met was last September when it was hot before it had gotten cold and my intentions were unclear. I don't know what I'm doing here really but you probably noticed that by how I walked around for four miles before I noticed my pockets were inside out.
I don't even know you fuck I wish that I knew you
I wonder what your voice sounds like I really really wonder and I wonder often, too often, I want to know what your voice sounds like when it's happy and sad, hurt and excited, when it's simply acknowledging the way I look at you a tad too often for it to be a coincidence so my mind will stop with the images of you smiling at me.
you don't even know me, would you like to know me? please get to know me
at the rate I'm going, I'll be on the moon before I get you to notice me and that's not okay with me. I wish there was some way for me to get a microphone and tell you I think you're really cute but that's probably not as romantic as it seems in my head. maybe I'll print out this poem and put it on your car window like a parking ticket you can't afford one day before you leave work and see how you react. I definitely will not be doing that because odds are you'd look around you slowly and lock all your doors extra tight for the next few weeks. why can't this just be easy? easy easy easy. I want you to be easy but if you were I probably wouldn't want you this bad and that's fucking stupid. fuck me. (please). I saw you laugh today and I had to bend down behind a wall because I was giggling and that's just ridiculous because I don't even know what you were laughing about or what your laugh sounds like but oh god babe, oh god I want too. I want too, I want too, I want too, I want you. I do.
I don't even know you, I don't even know you, but oh, I plan to know you so well one day. I will know you so well one day.
I don't even know you
I don't even know you
I don't even know you

it rings through my ears like an obnoxiously loud and completely distracting beeping no one else can hear except me but no matter how many times my brain spells it out in refrigerator magnets I refuse to stop thinking about you. this is the second poem I've started like that because those three lines hold my hope for something more, to one day know something other than the way your polo is never quite tucked in right and how you only work 9 hour shifts on weekends, those three lines are a layer on overlay, refusing to allow my head to turn to look at the way you're wiping down the counter, at the way you're walking to the back of the store, the way you shake your head, the way you close your eyes, the way you pat the little girls head and call her sweetie with a southern drawl, the way you have yet to notice I'm noticing all these ways you do your things because I am so utterly infatuated with your name. it started with your name on a piece of paper asking who that was because it was cute and unique, then a reply saying you were the girl who worked at the other side of the store who resembled a 12 year old boy, followed by my complete satisfaction and hidden laugh because yes you fucking did and you were the cutest 12 year old boy I've ever had the wish to know. if I can write about you off of a few glances what will come out of me when your hand touches mine? I have no desire to compare you to past lovers or crushes, I have no desire to pick and poke and prod and fuck up like I have the horrible tendency to do, I only want to know you. I want to know you like the sun knows her place behind the mountains at 6 p.m. when I'm taking the long way through work just so I can see you one more time before I leave, I want to know you like my next lover, my next name written in hearts in my notebook, my next butterflies and anxiety attacks, my next muse, my next reason to giggle at my phone, my next something. my next anything.
I want to know you.
I want to know you as well as I know the ticking of the clock, as well as I know the way my own hand moves when it's onto something good. I want to know you beautifully, wonderfully, completely, I want to skip the niceties and completely explode all over you. I'm going to get "I'm gay" tattooed on my forehead because this haircut isn't doing me any good in my attempt to get you to see me. I'm in the place right between wanting to know your middle name and being overwhelmed with curiosity in an empty parking lot filled with curiosity and wonder and your cute name written in refrigerator magnets.
give me a slice of your mind. I'm fucking starving.

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What is dog spelled backwards?
Reuben Jesus Noel
Jan 19, 2012

What is dog spelled backwards?
What is evil spelled backwards?
What is devil spelled backwards?
Trinity

 
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