Like an assembly line
Feb 24, 2014      Feb 26, 2014

The horrors fill
Each inch
Of my shaking body
As I think about the future
And how I don't think
I'll be able to make it
That far
Because one after another
My demons
Come to see me
One by one
Like an assembly line
Of my deepest


Feb 21, 2013

That day the sky shed droplets;
Of throb, ache and grief.

Fallen like bright livid hails;
Everywhere I see.

It gave me scars and bruises;
And cuts not too deep.

I saw the ground beneath me;
Scattered pain unseen.

But I ought to assemble;
What's left to be seen.

Bristles of hurt and sadness;
I leaned to take in.

Dimming all hopes and roses;
All imagined tales.

Assembly line humans
Grace Nicole Espinoza

You’re all the same
Assembly line humans
Intentions hidden on
Perfectly designed frames

Street light eyes
To guide me home
Are lit by the fire
Stolen from my soul

All holding smiles
Glinting until they blind
You’re all the same
And you cannot be trusted

Because everyone uses you when it's convenient
Feb 5      Feb 6

do i know you from somewhere/you look like someone i used to--/you're alive, and
who are you/sorry, i think i have the wrong number/i've been waiting for you

"shared life experience"

They call your name and everyone cheers
For the amazing two years for which you’ve stayed here
It seems like minutes ago when I first saw your smile
But looking back at it now, it’s been quite a while

The girl in front of me has her camera out
Snapping hundreds of moments to remember about
Me, I capture with my eyes, it’s sweeter that way
Memorizing every piece of you for when you’re away

I had to hold myself back from calling after you
Or at least leaving a note and giving a clue
Would it make you come back if I let you know?
Or would you refuse to think twice and immediately go?

I know what you’d say, that I’d get over you
That sooner or later, I’ll find someone new
But even if I do, and the chances are few
I’d still fondly and lovingly think about you

I’ve got them in my arms: your deep voice, your stance
Your dark hair, your eyes – almost grey at first glance
And now you walk off the stage, so flawless and fine
That’s the last memory of you I’ll have on my mind

Today was the last day I'll ever see you again, and I just hope you know that I noticed you, even when it seemed like I didn't. And I would give up so many things for you to stay, but you can't and you won't and I understand, although my heart is shattering into a million pieces.
I'll be okay and maybe I'll slowly get over you, but if I ever look closely enough, you'll be there, somewhere in my heart, for the rest of my days.
#love   #heartbreak   #sadness   #memories   #true   #real   #goodbye   #you   #leaving   #assembly  

Is it DNA?
it looked like a heart undone.
It was like hugging a baby,
Love them all, but trust no one.

You can create various sounds but,
please replace the cover of
The brain-
the organ of the mind.

Half photographic,half drawn,sinking,
One of them died, she was killed
What's he thinking?

Marshall CB Hiatt
Marshall CB Hiatt
Feb 28, 2014

If I see the bottom, I see the top.
I speak loudest when I'm silent.
I sleep best when I'm awake.
I'm only flying when  I'm on the ground.

I only get this way when there's a glimmer of hope.
I want a friend.

Claudia Lewis
Claudia Lewis
May 15, 2013

I get sick of my rusty parts
So I start
Yanking me apart.

Strategically I scatter my static limbs about the concrete
My minds own crime scene
I short circuit and nobody can solve me
So I think

But effortlessly
He picks up the parts of me
He screws them back together
As if this hasn't already happened
Every day this week

The hope that lies in him
Recharges me- My battery

Find meaning in what you do
rather than what you have.

Value your experiences
because they shape who you are.

Practice patience in all things;
learn, be quiet, and listen.

Appreciate the small joys in life
because they all come to an end.

Seek to make a difference
and don’t expect recognition.

All of us will die
and all we can leave is our impact.

Everything is temporary

#love   #sad   #life   #death  
Hannah Morse
Hannah Morse
Feb 25, 2014

'Look everybody, look at his eye!'
I look, at his face,
his contrived, forlorn expression.
Yet the class sees only the bruising.

'We don't hurt each other like this,
do we?' She looks at me.
Fire clambers up my neck,
pricks my chin and
gathers, finally,
in the balls of my cheeks,
where it blazes.

The mouth-shaped bruise
on my arm tingles,
teeth marks still bloody.
I roll down my sleeve,
too proud
to be considered a grass.

Later, she wants to talk,
but I can't for crying.
And I hate when she tells me,
'Just don't do it again.'

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