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"the most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire." / -Ferdinand Foch
And I look at you The way you look at her And I sit here And I think too deeply I think about what We could be And what it would be like To hold your hand And I think about How your arms Hang loosely around her hips When you're tired And I picture myself Holding you tight After a long night After everything hit the fan I want to know what It's like to feel Your lips against my forehead And on my neck But what hurts the most Is I was so close And pushed her into you So you wouldn't fall So you wouldn't fall into me Because that would be Like breaking a dam During a flood So I will watch you love her And I will watch your light Shine through her And think just for a little while longer.
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
Love isn't all it's cracked up to be
I just need you here I just need your touch And I know, I know, I know You can never be with me But you come anyways And we just sit No words will be spoken Nothing but the same album playing It’s the same album From when we first met When we first touched When we first laughed It’s the same song From our first dance Our first kiss Our first time I rest my head on your shoulder You just sit there, rigid I haven’t touched you since I left But I’m so desperate for something My heart twists My wrists hurt My lips tingle The open wounds don’t close Thoughts linger in the air Words unspoken don’t make their way Past our lips, You touch my face There is so much noise in my street But I can only feel your breathing Your heart is barley beating It might have stopped My face in your hands, I look up You ask for a light And I just shake my head I have nothing left for you.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
Desperation in The Third Degree
“Hey dad, what’s your favorite thing about each of us?” Innocent questions were her specialty. She was too curious. He looked at her after a second, To think. “Well your mother is my soul mate. She keeps me in check. She’s hardworking. I love her.” She made a mocking ‘awh’ Clenched her heart. He rolled his eyes. He continued. “Your older brother is strong. He’s independent. He knows how to handle adversity. He knows how to work” She saluted her father. Mimicking her older brother. General wanna-be. Not quite there. “Your older sister is a free spirit. She is outgoing. She is exciting. She could do what she wanted with that head of hers. She’s good at everything. She can do anything.” He smiled and shook his head. They were one and the same. The first daughter took after her dad. Almost like looking in a mirror. She smiled as she was waiting her turn. Being the third child. “Your little brother will be a leader. He can overcome anything. He can adapt to any climate. He is fun and athletic. He can do it.” Her dad nodded his head. Put down the dried dishes. He began to walk away. Her smile faded. “Wait what about me? What do you think about me?” She tried to smile. She straightened her posture. He turned around. “Oh yeah, uh. Well. You’re pretty.” He turned and walked upstairs. Finished. Leaving her in the kitchen. Alone.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Family #17
What is this? When did I Get so emotional But also detached When did all this noise Become so loud That it changed into a Deafening silence My heart stopped beating A long, long time ago But I still live And blood still courses through my veins It’s the feeling of Everything It’s the feeling of Nothing It hurts And it hurts so badly But I am still unsure On what exactly is giving me this pain Have I lost my mind Or did I find it a while ago Maybe this sadness was birthed From finally seeing reality This darkness is so black It becomes bright in the day I thought I knew myself I thought I was cold But this is a new freeze This is a new chill This is a new black This is a new low
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
A Paradox
I’m only writing this Right now Because its distracting me From the knives that Are staring me down From across the kitchen.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Truth pt. 1
I hurt Because You hurt Is this not What it Feels like To Be In Love?
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
I'm confused pt. 1
What are we doing? We both have someone But I can’t get the taste Of you Out of my mouth You touch my waist The fire in your eyes Shoots desires through mine I come around when You least expect How do you do this? Every day Late nights Early mornings You arrive Stop calling Stop falling Stop wandering around In my yard Stop this need I need to be alone That’s a lie and you know it Stop touching me That’s a lie and you know it Don’t leave again
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
5x5
The wind blowing As I continued to swing Over the cliff Back to the surface Over the cliff Back to the surface The sun did set Shooting orange into my veins The moon overhead Illuminating my skin Mars and Venus spun The trees turning gray And yet, I swung Went over the cliff Screaming at the abyss And back again Content
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
Dream pt. 1
**** I hate the way you smile at girls But I love your crooked smirk I hate when you smoke inside But I love the way the smoke curls Out of your lips I hate how you breathe so heavily at night But I love how it brings me sleep I hate how you hold my hand But I love the way you rub your thumb Over mine I hate that I love you But I love, loving you Come on baby Even though I hate you I still love you Go away. But please don’t leave me alone.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Troubled #27
You’re tired I know I wish you were here I miss you I can’t sleep without you You’re so perfect You’re so wonderful You are everything to me But you’re too young I forget it all the time 17 and 23 I daydream About you What it would be like To hold your hand To listen how your Spanish tongue rolls I have scrapes from Crawling up your wall I’ve thrown way Too many rocks But what if your dad saw The way you look When your eyes are rolling In the back of your head? I’m tired of sneaking around I’m tired of hiding in your closet I could call you baby I want to stay But you’re only 17 You’re too ******* young And a six-year difference Is a ten-year sentence Only if you’re caught.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
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