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 Mar 2014 AB
Pushing Daisies
In my diluted youth,
I used to believe,
our world was perfect.

Spending so many nights,
dreaming with my eyes open,
imagining the impossible,
and creating a parallel universe,
in which I was his to hold..

But like everything else,
my thoughts were
ultimately flawed.

My heart had written its own story,
*a fiction.
 Mar 2014 AB
Jamie Horridge
Who are you and why do you have this effect on me?
You walked in the room and I can hardly breath
Do you make me nervous on purpose, or is it just me?
Are you doing this on purpose?
I'm falling so quickly

I don't wanna rush it and call it too soon
But if you were the sun, then I'd be the moon
Your eyes illuminate the streets with the only light I can see
I'm just a deer in your headlights when you look at me

Take me anywhere you want to go
I'd follow you into the dark in places I don't know
Wherever you are is where I want to be
You're everything I want, and all that I can see

If you have a hint of doubt about the things that I have said
Just believe me when I say, you do laps inside my head
If you leave it up to me,
I'd tell you to stick around
You be the tree,
I'll be the roots in the ground
I'll help you grow and try to give you everything you need
Darling, it'd make me happy if you grew old with me
 Mar 2014 AB
Daisy C
Perspective
 Mar 2014 AB
Daisy C
My perspective of you will always
be the same.
No matter how disappointed you make me.
No matter how many times you mess up.
You don't have to be perfect for me to love you.
I just do.
Whether you like it or not.
 Mar 2014 AB
Amy Perry
Manipulation
 Mar 2014 AB
Amy Perry
Manipulation,
What a move,
Act like a friend,
Wanting to see
What my body can do,
In a private display,
Only you can obtain,
With the exception of him,
You knew of in vain.
Now you foolishly claim
Your intentions are true
While I'm in your room,
I knew not to do.
Attraction both ways,
In our case at least,
With a demeanor so smooth,
With a face you can't beat.
Alas, I'm no fool,
In entirety,
My current union
Going back to antiquity.
I'll settle for no less
Than what I deserve
Which isn't pretentiousness
On a plate of interest, well served.
When cuties attack.
 Mar 2014 AB
DontLoveMeImBroken
The first is when
someone is reckless with
your heart.
and it breaks and it shatters
in ways
you never thought it could.

The second is when
You break
someone's heart
because you'll never
know pain
like the type that has you
look into their eyes
but they look away.

and the worst kind of heartbreak
is the kind that comes along
when you have to watch
the person you love
be happy
with someone else.
 Mar 2014 AB
DontLoveMeImBroken
Love
 Mar 2014 AB
DontLoveMeImBroken
Love is a funny thing...
It's the most beautiful and most exhilarating emotion one can feel. It can change your whole life, it can help you live longer, happier, and let you be at peace when you die...if it's mutual...if it's not, however, it can slowly break your heart to the point that you no longer want to live and you're restless at night, and constantly dream about the one you loved and didn't love you back, and if it gets worse you drive yourself to suicide, and write a letter to that person, and die without ever knowing their response. Love is a funny thing, it can be a life changer--for better...or for worse.
 Mar 2014 AB
Brycical
A heart deflates
into a circular fire,
burning a tunnel in reality
so a dark train of thought can barrel through.

Hieroglyphic crocodiles swim
into a stream to eat gazelle.

A universe is just the iris
of gods.

I grew up in a cactus hut
that was atop the boogeyman's hat.
'Ol Skullface evaporates like a rippling image
in water...
dreadlocked lightning
bottle sips on the venus flytrap's *******.

Maybe I'm the combination of Bob Marley's dope smoke
& Dali's pipe steam.
That right there
was his psychedelic ego
he o rarely sees.

The Native American sound in my brain
reminds me of beautiful cave paintings
in candle lit screams & moans
echoing.

Bamboo lightning
sword frightening shimmers
in the light.

Tribal war paint vicious sharp drumbeats;
fangs ready for battle,
a head bobbing mystic predicts victory
in the shadows;
glowing.
Ashes from the evening smoke means we've won,
thanks to my brain eye.
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