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 Feb 2017 Day
Stop
Replica
 Feb 2017 Day
Stop
I could've kissed you then
The madness was alive in your soft eyes
The wickedness burned in the back of your throat
It burned in mine too
But not because I was proud of you
I was terrified
The one I had idolized and craved
Was a replica of me
After I had sworn over and over
I wouldn't change him, I wouldn't change him
I could've kissed you then
But I couldn't have looked myself in the eyes
And been okay with what I saw staring back
 Feb 2017 Day
stargirl
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 Feb 2017 Day
stargirl
"i was referring to the present in past tense;
it was the only way that i could survive it."
lyrics to a song called something soon by car seat headrest. i wish i had written this. i just think it's something to share.
 Feb 2017 Day
Daniella Torino
"you're my favorite almost",
he said.

"you're my sweetest what if",
she said.
 Feb 2017 Day
allison
Changes
 Feb 2017 Day
allison
If given the chance, there are so many things I would do differently. Firstly, I wouldn't make you my entire life. I would realize the importance of balance. I would realize the crucial need for alone time, friend time and you time. I would get my own apartment and create a life. Aside from solely living in yours. Secondly, I wouldn't let my feelings be hurt every single time something didn't go my way. I wouldnt let silly things have any importance or validation to me. Thirdly, I would accept the silence needed after an argument. I wouldn't try and make you feel guilty for still being angry. Your feelings are valid, too. Lastly, I wouldn't feel the need to be included in everything. This goes back to balance. I'm sorry it took you walking away for me to realize these things. I'm sorry it's too late
 Feb 2017 Day
Daniella Torino
Sinking deep* in a sea of thought
Don't know what life has brought
Asking if this is really what she ought,
Then, in confusions she were caught.

Sinking deep in full of emptiness
Drowning in her own weariness
Wishing that she should be emotionless
So would be caring less.

Sinking deep in a flock of rejections
That causes her heart from hallucinations.
Disappointed by unfulfilled expectations,
Got so many refusal and negations.      

Sinking deep in her own contradiction
Made her own wrecking distraction
But in the middle of agitation,
Found an unexplainable solution.

Sinking deep in that thing called heaven,
Resulted to removed all the predicament,
And taken the state of being heavily-laden.
Now make her life full of excitement.

Sinking deep by this kind of Splendor
Covered by all of it's favor.
She called it her Savior
And she knows it would *last forever
.
 Feb 2017 Day
Francie Lynch
Are the most ego-centric of bigots;
Believing in one's own godhead.
 Feb 2017 Day
Daniella Torino
What happens
when my version
in real dimension

met your version
in parallel universe,
staring at each other like
it’s a usual scenario,
seeing those cold eyes
flaming my heart on fire,
feeling the blazing sensation
memories outnumbering stars,
yet still overwhelmed by the suffocation
of the aroma
called love
?

What happens
when your version
in real dimension

met my version
in parallel universe,
sitting on the same bench,
looking at the same sky,
watching  how the sun and moon keep distance,
spectrum illuminating our souls,
exquisitely walking  away,
monsters screaming in shadows,
vanishing footprints
but still,
synchronous to my heartbeat?
 Feb 2017 Day
Jim Timonere
She should have been fine,
Right school, good family, right color,
But she was at the age when things go wrong.

She began to feel the weight
Of weightless things
And the need to be someone
No one could be outside the cover of a magazine.

So the doubt crept in and
Muddied her image in the mirror
Then frustration took hold
Because she couldn't reach a
Place that never was
Or ease the pain of that failure.

One bad day, the devil whispered
Through the mouth of a boy who knew her pain
In his hand a pill, he said,
“It's cool, everybody does”.

But she heard through tortured adolescent thoughts  
“Here is peace, acceptance is here, belonging “.

And so she did and did
And when she tried to turn away
The whisper became a shout, then a command
And the pill became a needle in her arm.
  
When money ran out, she started selling
Pieces of her soul in backseats, or ***** hotels.
The devil left her then, he had won.
No more promises, no dreams, or hopes or even fears
Only the need for something
No one ever needed.

Her world became an illustration
She maintained with just enough sense
To keep her on the street, but
It wasn't enough in the end.

Her mother found her in her bed
Afterward the woman always said
“She looked so peaceful and
So young. “My little girl “.

Somewhere the devil whispered,
“Peace” and laughed.
Love your kids enough to look closely at them.  They need us in this crazy world.
 Feb 2017 Day
allison
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 Feb 2017 Day
allison
This week has been hard. Today is harder
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