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 Aug 2015 Dev
Douglass
I don’t know the science
of it,
but I once read
we are made of the stuff of stars.
Their particles are inside
of us,
and essentially, we are
minutely star ourselves,
floating amidst each other.
I wonder which two,
or ten,
celestial bodies above us share
their most intimate bits
with us, and I wonder
when the Universe fates
us to
collide and supernova
in a coruscation of fiery
shards of galaxy,
do so our cousins?
Are the
same astral fragments within
us smashing over our heads,
birthing a divine and
romantic parallel?
I actually didn't write this for anyone, but I had a boyfriend at the time so I told him it was for him.
 Aug 2015 Dev
Douglass
I took my glasses off, because crying always clouds them

And I'd rather see you blurry and raw
than blurry with glass between us.

I thought I would look much
cooler
more collected
more mature
more together

If I stood, arms crossed, glasses
planted firmly
Don't cry
Don't cry

But I still ran after
your car, when you turned
out of my sight

And made you stop for one last
Kiss
Hug
Cry

When you were behind the wheel
In my sights for the last time
as someone I was allowed
to touch
to feel
to be

I turned my back,
lit my cigarette,
Like in the movies;
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

And I started walking
to the sound of your car
walking the other way.
When you finally have to stop being intimate with your ex, and it feels like you're breaking up all over again. I experienced this tonight, for the second time in my life. I'm going to be okay.
 Aug 2015 Dev
Tinkerbell Smith
Island Boy

He was lost
An island within an island

She threw a rope
A starry tow line in wet and molten tar
In the dark, in the shadows
Choked by his scent and fiery heat
Travelled far

He could not find his time and place
But only when he saw her face
Smelt her hair, was touched by her grace

Life it swelled, it raged, it soared
Yet all she saw was a closed door
Trapped on his island, surrounded
Having less but craving more

The tow line it twisted, it burnt,it pained
She cast it out but not yet cut
She held tight, she held firm, she bled
And only let go when she heard him say
But...
Love loss confusion darkness
 Aug 2015 Dev
Autece Soul
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
 Aug 2015 Dev
Skittles
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 Aug 2015 Dev
Skittles
I want to be that girl.
I fell in love with a boy I knew, could never be mine.
At some point, I thought it was fine.
I didn't want my heart on the line.
For I knew that it was a sign.
What chance did he have of coming inside these walls of mine?

After everything that he has done because of his last "mistake",
how can I allow him to come back into my life?
Her words were enough to finally make him break,
it made him realize that he stabbed my back with a knife.
I gave him my trust, my life...

He wanted to make things right, so.. just this once, I let him try.
As expected, he found me cold and distant.
I wanted to ask him...why?
My feelings at this point, were non-existent.
To what extent, is he willing to go?

As time passed by, he began to tear at my walls.
Was I ready to let him inside...
Inside these stonewalls,
the deeper he went, the more I wanted him outside.
He was close to reaching the wall I no longer allowed anyone inside.

But no matter how hard I tried to make him stop,
he allowed himself inside without any problem.
My world came tumbling into a flop.
The feeling of being numb,
it's gone... Replaced with an actual heart.

My walls were tore down,
I thought my castle would be safe and he would protect me himself.
He did the opposite and let me drown,
a dragon, a problem...manifested itself.
I knew I was on my own.

He was too scared to face it head on,
face these feelings he had going on in his heart.
He was so far gone.
It tore him apart,
and caused him to recreate his own walls.

Disappointed, the girl began to cry.
How was it fair to him to do such a thing?
Leave her to die,
that was probably the best thing for his heart contained no meaning...
No meaning to the relationship they began to grow.

So now she's the one fighting for him,
fighting to tear down the walls he built up.
This was grim,
she was upon the last wall.
A wall similar to hers, the one she did not allow anyone in.

The best way to get rid of this wall was to wait,
because within time, the rock hard wall would sound erode.
This was her sealed fate,
it was too late to go down another road.
She knew where her heart was and she was willing to wait for her chance.

But yet...
There is another part...
No matter how much I tried to deny these feelings,
they're there.
He refuses to have any feelings now because it stings...
There's a pain in my chest that I find hard to bear.
The walls for me are becoming higher and harder than before.
This is dedicated to the boy I liked but, I could not have...not right now at least. I said I was willing to wait for him, but how long would waiting be, and how long would I be able to... I have my doubts but, I really like this guy, I refuse to let him go.

Background info; So, this boy..he was rather interesting. He's pretty cute, like..really really cute, and his personality is what attracted me to him the most. He was dating someone during the time I was talking to him so I knew to keep him at a distance. One day, he wanted to hangout and his overly protective girlfriend messaged me, accusing me of stealing him away from her. From then on, we had problems and he eventually ended up choosing her over me. It hurt, but hey, I moved on from it. A month or two later, he unblocks me and I asked him, "What makes you think you can stroll into my life like the way you did before?" He kept saying he wanted to fix things.. My walls were already so high and I didn't expect anyone to get through. I was dating someone at the time too, but I started questioning the relationship because, I started to gain new feelings for the guy. I ended up going for him instead because, well, with my ex.. I rarely ever saw or talked to him, the lack of communication was real...I know, it's bad but, it's the truth. So as time progressed throughout the summer, he started showing signs of interest which confused me. He told me he was still getting over his last ex, I respected his space. He then found out that his ex was dating someone else...so he finally broke down, I lost him. The chance I could've had with him, lost. His feelings, gone. My feelings, hurt. Everything's back to square one... I told him I'd be willing to wait so that's what I'm going to do. Of course it's going to hurt, but, it would be worth it.
 Aug 2015 Dev
Kirsten Bailey
Scars
 Aug 2015 Dev
Kirsten Bailey
These you cannot see.
Mine are hidden
beneath the surface.

They take on a different meaning.
A world of hurt and betrayal.
Many have been here before.
I, far too much.

Mine cannot be seen.
Not on the surface.
My scars.
 Aug 2015 Dev
Michelle
tbh
 Aug 2015 Dev
Michelle
tbh
I prefer the way you feel between my thighs than inside my head.
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