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 Jan 2015 Sarah
Forgotten Heart
you
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Forgotten Heart
you

my poem is empty
because
no space here
to describe you
and
nothing compares to you
so, i couldn't pick up the words for you
because
every beautiful words
describes you
perfectly
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Gwen
Lust with Love
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Gwen
You traced the curve of my spine
You touched every inch of my body
You held me at night
You kissed my lips
You looked into my eyes
You said you were in love with me
And I was in love with you too
I know this is in past tense oops.
 Jan 2015 Sarah
DC raw love
i always hear the saying

life is unfair, from the old
and
thats not fair, from the young

me, i never speak these words
but they do come to mind

when i hear some say
lifes is unfair fair
or
thats not fair

is it usally because
something they didn't get
or something they lost

what makes someone say this
are they
spoiled, soiled
or
just don't understand life

tell me please
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Amaya Danzy
Magnificent eyes,
full of many lies.
Holding no expression
only leaving ghostly impressions.

What I’m about to say
may blow you away.
Your daughter is sick,
so stop being so thick.

Demons laugh
there are two halfs.
You broke the mold
never doing what you're told.

Flying glass,
you tell me it will never last.
Dry throat, like smoke.
My parents are a joke.

Open your mouth wide
let me look inside.
Let me take a seat
while you raise with heat.

Inside the girl, there is sickness.
Inside the sickness, there is death.
Inside death, there is darkness.
In the dark things are healed.
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Jake
Play Pretend.
 Jan 2015 Sarah
Jake
My favorite thing to do, is to pretend I'm a writer.
When reality I only write so I can sleep at night.
Sometimes I pretend my old friends still care about me.
When I already know they would rather get high than hang out.
I used to pretend that I didn't care about anyone, or anything.
But as it turns out I care about almost too many things.
I used to pretend to dream to have everyone know my name.
But I only dream of having a enough people know my name,
and that maybe something I write could help someone else get some sleep at night.
 Jan 2015 Sarah
rook
You're right.
 Jan 2015 Sarah
rook
I am not a boy
I am a tumor
I am an angler in the deep darkness waiting
I am enclosed, claustrophobic, and suffocating
extrapolating, because
I am a calculator and I want all the solutions to your infinity
I am a sine function perfectly predictable
I am a cancer
I am a twig in your forest, and the words in your thesaurus
that bore us because
I am a scholar
I am a hunter
I am an architect through the desert sands that demands
and understands because
I am a boy.
And I am not a boy, because
I am a tumor.
a.o.e.
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