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She kisses her scars
Amongst the dark of the night,
For the taste of blood,
Or the taste of self-love?

She drank the tears she cried,
For the drowning sensation,
Or the hope of a better fate?

While she lay empty on the grey-tiled floors that felt like the bottom of a *** bottle,
She only wonders,
Would this change anything?

How many more wounded soldiers before the battle is dead?
How many more tradgic memories need to be burned into innocent minds?

How many more terrible poems before I get a better grasp on humanity?
You seem to hurt my heart,                                                          
Repetitively,                                                    ­                              
and the doctors say:                                                             ­          
                                       "They can’t bandage a word broken heart,"
   "When the bandage won’t  be able to fix me,"                              
This is when my body mutates,
Making it hard to breath ,                  
                                  Or really do anything,
This is when,
            My ribs,                                      
                 wrap around my heart,
trying to protect it from you,                                              
                               and while my lungs were unprotected,
and I was at a lack of breath,                          
                               ­  you seemed to take that,
with any happiness you could find,                
And I sat there,
        Shaking,
Then,                  
                 ­                                       Crying because it’s not even first period
I’ve burnt through so many cigarettes that
my mother would be ashamed of me.
And I could blame my father
for leaving his 100’s by his wallet and keys,
giving me the nicotine for free.

What will it cost him, though?

My lungs were becoming his lungs.
It’s frightening how a vice
turns into an addiction
that turns into an idol
that turns into malignancy.

I watched him hold a lighter.
I watched him hold the cancer between his fingers.

I’m watching him turn into the ash
that fills the ash tray sitting in our backyard.

It’s funny how weak one sees another
when one has overcome a dependency.

Put down the matches,
and give your lungs a break.
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Barrow
X
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Barrow
X
Cross the line into my heart, and mark it with an X.
For I am yours, and nothing in this world can make me believe in anything less.
Less than perfection, less than the air I breathe, and the words I speak.
I am totaled in this underlying affliction, between pain and glory, surrounded in little words that no one seems to speak.
So here I am, and there you stand.
Standing in the rain that douses you like falling pins and needles, I see you, and you see me.

For that, I am sorry.

Because I am the X that holds you together, the glue that fashions paper bones and weathered hearts. I breathe, and you breathe.

You see, you and I are rattled together in an endless cycle.
A singularity, if you will.
And as dangerous as things may seem, or may come to be...
I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because you are the X that stole my heart.
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
emma jane
Hold in your pain and swallow their lies.
Stick with it honey, hold onto your pride.
Don't let them see that your dying inside.

A smile will cover the scars on your heart.
We've all known that right from the start.

Put on some make up and do as your told.
It's a vicious cycle to which we've sold our souls.
thx for the name JWL ;)
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Perri
sorry mom
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Perri
I told my mom about events from my past,
events that shaped my bitter bones,
memories that will forever last.

I regret telling her
I had no friends until age 9
and that people would tell me
that they wish I would die.
I should have never informed her
that when I was young,
the pain people would bring to me,
tell me that I would never feel love.
I wish I didn't let her know
of the words people would constantly throw
my way.
How I would beg the teachers daily,
to not force me to go out to "play".

I was so ashamed
of the 12 grades of toucher,
until the day I was finally free.
But unfortunately,
all this damage,
it has taken far too much
away from me.

Now I am uncomfortable,
knowing that she now knows
everything I have kept covered.
I don't like people's concerns,
it makes me uneasy when they care;
I become smothered.
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Liv
I Wish
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Liv
I wish I could say I understood
But I don’t
I wish I could know what runs through your head as you lie awake at 4am
But I don’t
I wish I could listen to your voice one last time before you keep quiet forever
But I can’t
I wish I could hold your hand tightly to keep you from leaving me
But I can’t
I wish I knew why you left me
But I never will
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Em Rose
It Must Be
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
Em Rose
When its 6am and he's on your mind
It must be love

When you drive over a thousand miles and he's the first person you need to see
It must be love

When you can feel yourself smiling inside when he kisses you... Really...
It must be love

When you hear a song and you know he'll love it
It must be love

When you've been waiting all day long to see his face, cause it's him you've been missing...
It     must    be      love

If it's not
It must be... something
 Jun 2015 Maxwell
leeannejjang
A blank canvas in front of us,
An image of you with colors black and white.
As you walk along the path,
You will encounter different people that will add colors to your life.

Some would paint you yellow,
Like a sun beaming with a smile.
They will bring you warmth that you will never forget.

Blue like the ocean will come in your way,
A feeling of comfort and sense of calmness,
They will greet you with a wave that will hit you but would never hurt you.

Sometimes there will be gray that would cross your path.
Loneliness and sadness comes with them.
They are those who lost their way while trying to fill up the canvas of life.

Pink blooming like a flower on a field.
They best fit with things that glitter and spark.
You would see happiness in their eyes,
And wanted to keep them by your side.

An image of a strong and dependable man forms in my mind when I saw Brown.
Like earth I can stand, they will never let you down.

Green green grass dancing in the wind.
A suitable partner when your in need,
Someone to cry on and would never leave,
A true friend during thick or thin.


No, they will never let you get hurt,
Violets are like knights who never fails.
Tough like a wall but with a heart as soft as a foam.

My favorite color of all? Red.
A color that makes life such an interesting work of an art.
You may see Red in a different way.
Red, like a lover that left us.
Red, like the husband we pledge our love.
Red, for my first love.
Red, for the man I can never have.
Red, for the unconditional love of a mother.
Red, for the person I want to spend the rest of my life.

All this colors,
Once painted on the canvas of life,
Creates a beautiful portrait of you,
That nobody else can have.
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