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 Feb 2017 autumn
Connor Veach
A melody goes blip
A hangman gives up
No letters are given
And everybody goes home
 Feb 2017 autumn
Awesome Annie
Waking up
in arms
that don't fit.

An unfamiliar room
that reeks
of alcohol and sweat.

Clothes scattered
along with
my inhibition.

Their fingerprints
now forever burned
into my skin.

A need
that consumes
absent of emotion.

This part of myself
I carelessly abandon
in bed sheets.
 Feb 2017 autumn
Xan Abyss
Ride the Serpent, baby
Into the Great Sea
Ride the Devil, Angel
Into the Deep Sleep
I came from outside
With a universal mind
And you and I can fly, my darling
We need only to die

Ride the Serpent, baby
Into the Great Sea
Ride the Devil, Angel
Into the Deep Sleep
My friends on the inside
Pour us fountains of red wine
"Alive!" She cried, and I was mystified
By the crimson in her eyes

Persian Night, babe - fly with me
See the light, babe? Cry with me
I wanna taste your fearful tears
Show me your eyes and open wide
When the ancient witch appears
We can howl like beasts of the wild

Come back, LA Woman
I'm sick of doin' time
Is this the end?
Can someone find me reason for a rhyme?

"We are but clowns in a cosmic circus, degrading ourselves for a silent, uncaring audience. Their Collective gaze dances across our fragile flesh like so many knives on fire. We bleed. We burn. Our healing begets new ailments. We continue to suffer. We continue to survive. We never stop smiling. The circus is all we have. To lose the horror is to lose the Majesty as well. We must not quit. The lights have not gone down, and we hope they never will. We cannot afford to lose our audience. The Show Must Go On."

Persian Night, little angel!
Fly with me!
See the light, little angel?
Die with me!
I want you here, obscene
For all eternity
For I long to hear the scream of the butterfly!

So turn off the light!
Turn off the light!
Turn off the light and see!
Turn off the lights!
Turn off the lights!
Turn off the lights for me!

...Ride the Serpent, baby
Into the Great Sea
Ride the Devil, Angel
Into the Deep Sleep
Turn off the light and climb inside my universal mind
And finally we can be free
An homage to Jim Morrison.
 Feb 2017 autumn
Genevieve
Faux Love
 Feb 2017 autumn
Genevieve
My heart is molding guess I'll make a stew
with that nasty grotesque faux love laying around sloughing off from you,

My Spirit had desirable lust wanting you and faux *** the Love which now I see was your ingredients to place in your cauldron of something to use later on.

My Love was not false and never a fake but you decided to ****** my love and raise some ridiculous stakes! It is no wonder why you cause
so much pain with your own agenda in mind dripping of lies and deceit!

My heart has been molding, my bones in
pain because of you but as you get comfortable ;
Lay down with your eyes asleep a written note
Good bye with less than me saying a peep.

With azzwipe drawn all over your
windshield and with punctured
tires won't get you very far. So take a blunt hint!
admit your fake you weasel cause that's exactly what you are!! And now your hand can do the manipulation so take that disgusting falseness you sale as love for all I care our love has been killed.    

                                             *Genevieve S.
This poem is dedicated to my sisters Loser of a abusive hus. Tim who verbally and physically harms her! Not to mention assisting in deteriorating emotional/mental health is bruised daily PLUS she has MS and this guy viciously calls her and their kids bad names and practices being evil regularly to me this is Faux Love no man who Purely Loves his Wife would Do half the crap he pulls like not celebrating their valentines wedding anniv. nearly evry year intentionally and making it clear to her it is on purpose so to cause her to break. its just so sad. 
AGAINST ALL FORMS OF ABUSE!! 
Emot. Sxual,Phycl,Torquered.Barbaric.silent.
at the time I wrote this I really did not realize that was who I had been writing it about was only really about people who are takers but then it settled in after proof reading my poem a couple x's.  

                                          <3 Hope you liked it <3
 Dec 2016 autumn
Andrew Switzer
I'm too drunk to think,
Still sober enough to feel.
No heart left to steal.
 Dec 2016 autumn
Marco A Vargas
I don't know where I'm going,
I hope that I'll know soon.
Life won't pause for me,
So I have to chase this moon.
I don't know where I'm going,
But I think I have a plan.
This vision seems impossible,
But your voice tells me I can.
I don't know where I'm going,
In need of something new,
Wherever I end up,
I hope that it's with you.
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