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  Jul 2014 Hollow
Unknown
She wants to be the one
To see me through this mess
She wants to be the one
To move me I digress

She hopes that she can lend
A hand to knees I bend
She hopes that she can lend
A hand I am her friend

She will
She will
She will
She will

She kissed me on the neck
And drew my final breath
She kissed me on the neck
And left in wait of death

She walked away all grins
She took from me my life
She walks away all sins
In my spine rests her knife

She kills
She kills
She kills
She kills

I wait for her caress
Upon these floating dreams
I wait for her caress
I'm sleeping though it seems

She sees me in her head
An image of regret
She sees me in her head
A face she can't forget

She screams
She screams
She screams
She screams

I wait for her in hell
A mindset of my own
I wait for her in hell
She threw her final stone

She looks me in the eye
Before her last goodbye
She looks me in the eye
She seems too satisfied

She wins
She wins
She wins
She wins
  Jul 2014 Hollow
Amitav Radiance
Love is a communication between two hearts
Silence, is the toughest riddle
Hollow Jul 2014
To properly show you my journeys
I would have to take you back
Hop into my little car
And spin the wheels of time

My life is like a glass globe
That rolls fast along a concrete floor
All the bumps and rocks
Crack the states and memories
And I sleep with both eyes broken

All these things I've seen
Faces
And voices stuck deep within the
Winding, twisting caverns of my head
They parch my throat
And to quench this thirst
Rest?

Let me bend to you
One whisper
So that you may breathe
Similar breaths of knowing
And then...

...then you can tell me
"Keep going"
And you might realize
*She just needs to stop
  Jul 2014 Hollow
david jm
Gaping valleys,
Asylum-colored.

Spaced enough to
Let daytime prevail
And to let horrors imagine themselves
In the black lung membrane
Of 3 a.m.
For my blinds.
  Jul 2014 Hollow
Ariana Sweeney
Off                   comes my slip, socks, sanity and an echo
Goes                 up my spine.  
The                   men
Film                  my sinking heart  
And                  dive into the  
Filth                  plastered against my mind without a thought  
Of                      what moments define me.
That                  girl who used to wear a  
Shirt                  embroidered with flowers and had a mother  
Making             her a meal with love is now working the  
Room               with what's left of her.
For                    -ward motion depicts nothing
More                 than bones and memories never cherished.
Inspired by Emily Hopkins
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