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 Jan 2013 Kassi
magdalena
I can still smell your cheap cologne on my bed,
On my CAL hoodie  
And in my hair.

I don't know how I tolerated you for so long
Your hands were always ***** and covered in car-grease
Sometimes your hair was too messy
And your eyebrows were uneven.

We had nothing in common
You were a liar
And It  was my passion to expose the truth.
You were bottom class
I was a famous superstar.

High school dropout mechanic
Honor student debater.


But somehow
In some way
Your smile
captivated my heart.

And you and I were one.
This is my first poem in a while. I'm still kinda rusty. Feedback is well appreciated :D
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Emma
No. 97
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Emma
Your eyes are my stars
Lighting even darkest nights
Don't ever burn out.
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Jene'e Patitucci
i feel myself going numb again, and it's nice, and it's scary.

i just wish you'd come rescue me,

but i know i'm on my own.

besides, even if you wanted to, you'd probably be too late.
© 2013 Jene'e Patitucci
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Michelle Rose
your lips,
painted the finest shade of crimson
gently tighten,
preventing the truth from pouring out

your eyes,
lined the smokiest tone of gray
slowly close,
shielding the pain from exposure

your collar bones,
protruding the way you always dreamed of
shy away,
covered by endless scarves

your vertebrae,
resembling the perforations of a page
sink down,
wrapped in layers of fabric

the measures taken
to hide the mess you've become
can't manage to speak louder
than the demons in your head
 Jan 2013 Kassi
michelle reicks
because i miss you.

i miss you so much.
i miss your hands
the hands i used to write poetry about

before i started feeling empty again.


and now i feel alive, but it hurts so bad.


and i want to be near you
and smell your scent
and rub my face against your chest

and feel the skin on your back
against the palms of my hands


and your lips against mine


and that's why i don't want you to read this.

because it means that i'm wrong
and scared
and weak.


but if you read this
you would look at me and tell me that i'm beautiful and strong



and i would just keep being angry at myself.




i just want to stop missing you.
please don't read this.



i miss you.
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