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 Apr 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
all i'm sure of is that

      i

                 wanna
                                                
                            
                                     get
                                                              
                                                        **better
inspired by i wanna get better by bleachers

link here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A81Z6hGjGJQ
 Apr 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
the sun shined just right at the right spot
the clouds were in the right place
the right things were said
the right actions were made

and everything went *well
i had an amazing day and i'm really happy

**i fixed my typo**
 Apr 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
i want nothing more than

for your soft hands to cup my face ever so gently

and for

your lips to touch my lips

in this overly extravagant fashion where

butterflies fly out my stomach

and flowers bloom around us

because i want to bring new beginnings to life

and i want you.
this was inspired from a tumblr post
Link: http://florelgreen.tumblr.com/post/70748016753/youre-really-cute-and-its-ruining-my-life-because
 Apr 2014 KILLME
y i k e s
time to peal off the skin of sadness,


it's spring
 Apr 2014 KILLME
Heliza Rose
Winter has a brother,and its you
 Apr 2014 KILLME
Cream Puff
I knew it was you
Your soul was inscribed on mine
The man I envisioned,
I knew you were the one
The man I dreamed of
I have always known you.
Though only recently saw your face
Your smile, your touch,
The way you calm and inspire me
I always knew it was you
Even when I didn't yet know
Just who you were
 Apr 2014 KILLME
Conor Letham
Carpals, knees, elbows
scuffed. Cement carpet
freshly sears the fabric
then cuts, but a bruise

silhouettes the tear:
start Saturday raw, soon
swells a red ruby gulp
charring to black coal.

By Monday it slips
into a nebula of purple
constellations, a drink
of red still remaining.

You'll wish it never
faded – a jaundice
dulling swims palely
like the fated colour
of that new bike.
Rough draft of a childhood poem about good bruises. God I'm seemingly moody.
 Apr 2014 KILLME
Grace Pickard
I'm alive
Here is my unadulterated heart
Bring on the pain and suffering
The scary bits of possible rejection

This is vulnerability
Gracie Pickard April 9, 2014
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