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 May 2015 B
Sophia
Like bland food
 May 2015 B
Sophia
It's sad how i keep writing
poems about love

Yet picture no one's face
while writing them.
 May 2015 B
grim-raven
I Love You
 May 2015 B
grim-raven
There's a reason why there's present, future, and past
Tenses of verbs proves that nothing can last
It doesn't meant that when he said "I love you" but he left it's fake
It's possible that he really did but it eventually changed

"I love you"
"I loved you"
"I'll love you"

It's never the same
 May 2015 B
FallenInTorment
Untitled
 May 2015 B
FallenInTorment
Hiding in your bedroom praying they wont find you. feeling like a freak but the pain feels too good  holding out on hope. working your way to the bottom. all of what is left may as well be gone.
if i could climb my way to heaven without being guilty i would look to the father and ask how it should be. but when i open my eyes this hell it arrives. crying in the corner talking to the shadows asking them to save you praying god will **** you. nothing is there. you're all but forgotten your body is dead and your mind is numb. decisions are stupid but you're not the only one. if you breathe one more day that's another they hate. A crime they create becomes one we commit. you're already free while another tries to escape.
 May 2015 B
LS
Hopeless Prayers
 May 2015 B
LS
Dear god
Please tell me how to make it all go away without having to put a bullet in my brain.
 May 2015 B
Vamika Sinha
After-Rain
 May 2015 B
Vamika Sinha
I'll pretend that the rain isn't already
falling in my chest
when you ask me to drown with you.
Didn't you know?
Or did you choose to look away?
Because when I read about the way
Virginia Woolf wrote her own
ending,
filled her pockets and waded right in,
I didn't feel pity
like everybody else.
I understood.

I'll pretend it's not really so
knife-edged
when you say that
I'm only a lie on your page.
And that that diffusion
of red and
blue,
dirtying your thoughts
is just a mirage,
the work of some crayons and pen
only you
hold in your hand.

I'll pretend my spine isn't caving in,
trying to prop me up
against the onslaught of
myself.
And you.
And him.
And whoever he is.
And all your eyes, blurring
into one green light that only seems to
fade.

I'll pretend somebody loves me.
And he isn't afraid.
I always write the truth.
 May 2015 B
Jennifer Weiss
It is so good to see you laugh.
So good to see you put yourself first,
and for neither one of us to finish last.

Dear beautiful child of God,
I think you're going to be amazed.
When you see the old, broken pieces
so quickly faded and washed away.

When you get to see a Godly creation,
newly formed and imperfectly made.
A creation of yourself that is so perfect,
because you gave yourself away.

Dear beautiful  you,
I hope you're forgetting about the past.
About what once was, so something better
might come to pass.

Dear you,
it is so good to see you smile.
Even if it is an
awkward, stolen glance
and only lasts this little
short while.
It will last.
 May 2015 B
Alexis
An Open Letter
 May 2015 B
Alexis
If I could write you,
An open letter,
I would tell you it's okay to miss me.

I would tell you to work on everything you,
Gave away,
To make room for me.

I could tell you that I know,
You were just angry,
And you are angry.

We are angry.

I would tell you that this was the most exciting thing,
To love another man,
And I would say that you can delete the pictures,
And any connection to my name,
But I will never forget your face.

And I will sleep at night,
With glimpses of our smiles in the moonlight.

I'll never delete a single frame,
Because deleting and forgetting are not the same thing.

Looking back we both know it was never right.

You can't build love on lies.
You can't build trust behind infidelity,
Although we know we tried.

So many corners,
and we kept skidding by,
It's easy to see,
With how we handled the drive,
That this love would burn,
And crash,
And die.
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