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 Feb 2014 Aditi
Lola Lucille
I cut my psyche open
And the ink bleeds black
Days surpassed
Suppressed inside
Spill onto pages
been Waging war on myself for ages
Depressed by the weight
Of the world
On my shoulders
Just gotta keep on keepin on
dancing to my own beat
Stay on my toes, won't pull The rug from under my own two feet again
Seeking forever in pursuit searching
For a place to rest my weary head
At the end of the day
I fumble, trip, stumble
Fall on my face, humbled
Rendered incapacitated, jaded, numb
But my perspective is refreshed
So I reluctantly succumb
I've accepted the fact
I'm leaving my past where it belongs
Time to wake up, open my eyes
It took so long, but now I realize
I was living in a haze
hypnotized
Manipulated and propped up by lies
empty promises now fall on deaf ears
No mistakes here
Only lessons learned
Another page to turn
The other cheek
Countless passages and chapters
To burn
Won't be dictated, won't be defined
Can't be distracted, the day is mine
For the taking
There will be no more faking my way
Through another smile
I''ve wandered countless miles to make it where I am today
And I'll be ****** if anyone tries to stand in my way
 Feb 2014 Aditi
ajit peter
clueless
 Feb 2014 Aditi
ajit peter
Death toll on the rise
pain and suffering none too wise
Tragedy in unexpected moment
disaster in life a torment
can the heart fanthom life
Doth life answer worldly strife
Past a history to write
future a clueless path to light
 Feb 2014 Aditi
Nadia DeLevea
Laying into the deep night,
Head in great agony,
Mind, in shambles.
What happened?
How did it end up like this?
Slowly clicking on each memory,
Consciously deleting each one.
I cannot go on in this dark misery,
Living in this ghastly world.
Something must change,
But it's not fair!
For why am I the only one who can change it all?
Nightly Occurrence™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Feb 2014 Aditi
Chris T
i've dreamt of you
for the past 5 nights.
that sunshine hair and
that almond milk skin

won't let me be.

i'm tired of kissing
your ruby lips and
holding that body
tight in these dreams that

won't let me be.

the fact that i can't
run these fingers down
that goddess back of
yours makes me mad. it

won't let me be.

every night your
angel face appears
and your angel voice
says "i love you" and

i can't handle it.
you're so far
from me
and
i can't
have you. it's
all so twisted.
Wrote it like 2 weeks ago?
 Feb 2014 Aditi
g clair
half full
 Feb 2014 Aditi
g clair
I am sick but I don't want to be aggressive
about my treatment. I don't want to step
outside into the cold, I don't want to
to go anywhere today....just stay
inside bundled up in my soft
pajamas and with a cup of
tea and listen to some
music in this warm
place and dream
about where
and  when
I will be
well.
:)
I only want to stay
inside and rest.
just let it be
okay for
me to
rest
my
<3.
I
hope
you are
feeling better
than me today and
that you are well rested...
but if you are not than I think
it best you remain inside with a cup
of tea all snuggled in your PJs too my friend
life is sometimes a delicate balance between you and me
and it is of the utmost importance to support and care for one another.
and in caring for another we are free from vanity, as long as we have cared
for our own souls too and not forgotten to deal with the thing that are
bothering us. It is important when considering the other
guy that we are not putting our own thoughts
and expectations upon that person but
simply allow them to be separate
while we pour up the tea
of consideration and
respect the line,
since it is the  
boundaries
holding
every
one
of
us
accountable to
each other and
where we will be able to discern
if the cup is actually half empty of half full.
Wear love like a scarf
close to your head and your heart
don't let it choke you
don't let it blind you
just keep it in between those two
so everything makes sense
so you make sense
and you're not withholding yourself
from what life has to offer
if the scarf starts blinding you, take it off
if the scarf starts chocking you, rip it off
and remember
its better to wait for the good scarves
the ones that last
cause the ones that are in clearance
have a reason to be there.
I originally posted this on my blog bornonacatwalk.webs.com.
 Feb 2014 Aditi
Just GS
Sold my soul for nickels
My heart went for a dime
Two bits for my story
Taxed but just with time
Packed a scattered suitcase
Loose leaf - countless lines
A past of seared in burdens
Masked by my design
A silly thing to save
Regrets (the pain in stages)
A single ink stained suit
Buried in the pages
 Feb 2014 Aditi
Eliza Sterling
In a peculiar, far off, world, time and place,
The trivial past would be irrelevant, chased away then erased.
Contrary to the reality of distorted lies in front of my face,
These eyes cannot mask fraudulence or disgrace.
Chasing them down with a trace of a defaced case of toxic waste,
I pace as my thoughts race of the time that’s left until I dissipate.
Looking into the murky vase with dying flowers desperate to be replaced,
Misplaced to the one who’d obliterate the beauty I once embraced.

Within my sorrow I woke, shattered love replaced with a heart no longer broke.
Soaked with what I could never cope, I felt passion and choked on my once false hope.
This vision evoked a note; a call of duty for you, my eternity to devote.
Instinctively I knew, the words stuck in my throat, but blindly every incline eventually has a *****.
Surrounded by mirrors shielded with smoke,
As we stared we shared yet nothing we spoke.
Your presence was felt but disguised with a cloak,
Confined in your skin, comfortably lost afloat, for your soul I searched to perpetually stroke.

With blurred vision I envisioned, stood silent, anxious of your condition,
Division of indecision was nothing less than your frightened inquisition.
A hallucination on a mission of who was out to hurt you with consistence,
I understood as you tried to piece together the suspicion of our composition.
Guarded and in position to react upon intuition then the smoke disappeared and you saw our reflection.
No longer was my presence an imposition now in recognition you accepted the ignition of a united evolution.
Successful revision disposed internal superstition,
Our collision created a premonition for our future decisions of precision.

The past’s paths we chose were restricted to our addiction and careless indifference,
The assistance of negative influence stripped us of our innocence.
Blood shot eyes, negligence of appearance, abstracted resistance only creating distance.
Ambiguous and inexperienced, taking shots and hits in an instance,
Distorted images, lacking clarity, the abuse of substance left an absence of existence.
Building tolerance whilst sabotaging resilience, guilty and unable to admit repentance,
Without a witness, secret and safe, no justice to serve and no one to listen.
A mission incomplete and persistent,
We continue to envelope in our disappearance.

In the seam of my sickness I submerge within these contaminated nerves,
Fearing the silence with thirst not to be disturbed,
But absurdly I yearned your unhealthy and perplexed words to be heard,
My tender nature reserved an exclusive place to keep you conserved,
Unstable but concerned I’d preserve you like an herb,
I slurred for forgiveness but observed perhaps this was my turn,
But with your freedom you turned away and flew away like a bird.
Now relentless and pure I burn the surface of my figure, no intent to return.

Yet once we were young, wild and free,
Conducting our train with no fear of where we’d soon be,
The sweet breeze guaranteed the destination with ease,
Imagination without knowledge, amid glee and degree,  
We’d dive and rise above the salty sea,
Later meet beneath that tree with belief the starry sky we’d seize,
Through the debris you still held in your hand the key,
And we’d conquer our dreams, what we sought and believed.

But as I’ve grown within my questioning dome,
My home of stones has nothing to be shown,
Prone to disown my weakened skin and bones,
Candidly I pacify the clone I’ve never known.
In hopes to be flown far ahead of this zone,
I’d hover above in a whispering tone, draining my disease as it’s blown.
My soul will glisten and roam, looking down at my new golden throne,
As I’ve postponed to recognize the beauty of the Earth & my own – No longer shall I be alone.
I spilled out my heart to you the way people spill their coffee in the morning, it was spontaneous, sudden, emotional, and exposing. Now I'm left as a ball of vulnerability, and now I know that everytime I look at you you know too. You know too.

You know how I feel, I told you ******. You know how painful this is to me and how much it hurts whenever I see you and I want to speak to you. Yet, you aren't saying anything.

I'm so tired of treating you like you're such a fragile little china doll, don't hurt the little boy he has a lot going on right now! Because you know what? I have a lot going on too.

I spilled my heart out to you and you're ignoring it, stepping on it, crushing it with each moment of silence you give me. You've known now for three days, when will this end? I can't wait for you to make up your mind in a couple of months; I'll be gone by then. I need you to make up your mind now, to just figure your emotions out and tell me.

Because honestly, I don't care what you say anymore. I want you to admit to me everything you feel, but that isn't going to happen. You and that ******* huge ego won't allow that, now will you? I just want you to say something. Don't look at me and talk to me and pretend everything is okay, because you and I both know it's not.

It's not okay and I'm not okay.
this is to all the girls that have been stomped on by the one they like
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