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 Nov 2013 Sub Rosa
Brandon
See
 Nov 2013 Sub Rosa
Brandon
See
I cannot see
The depths of
Her despair
I cannot see
The way she looks
With her bedroom stare
I cannot see
The things she says
When she's silent

She says
She can see
Thru me

I cannot see
The depths
Of her desires
I cannot see
All the scars
On her heart
I cannot see
The meaning
Behind her smile

She says
She can see
Thru me

She can
See thru me
She says
 Nov 2013 Sub Rosa
Jay
She can be difficult.
I can be difficult.
But  no amount of difficulty
can stop me from loving her.
Because her words
let me know
that I'm not alone.
When her arms are around me
and her legs are tangled with mine
I am warm
and in love.
 Nov 2013 Sub Rosa
Ryan Kerr
Mother Nature has a way of helping all of her beautiful creatures
She offers chamomile for when your mind is keeping you from sleeping
Passion flower for your constant worries and woes
Coffee to keep your eyes open
Ginko biloba for when you fail to remember
St John’s Wort for the melancholy that you can’t shake
Lavender for your head’s physical pains
Ginger for those cramps that seem paralyzing
Feverfew to relieve you when you’re overheated
Cannabis to escape all that troubles you
Mint for your when your stomach upsets you

Mother Nature’s healing powers should never be overlooked
She will tend to your wounds
Internal or external
Because Mother Nature cares for you
And you should care for her too
Not done with this one quite yet
 Nov 2013 Sub Rosa
y i k e s
the emptiness and the quietness are the things that woke her up
she couldn't move, she was in a white oblivion that she put herself into
she tried to feel, or move, anything
but nothing worked, she was frozen in time
slowly, reality crept in, snapping her back in short white flashes
sharp pain pierced through her skin, as a ruby red river flowed from her wrist
she was freed from time and fell to her knees
as her labyrinth came to a halt, she was left to think,
"what if i took another turn?"
but it was far too late for her
the river overflowed
and she feel to the floor
the white oblivion was her new home
i thought of this in the shower last year as i rinsed soap off myself, idk
She doesn't exactly follow an ambition to be part of a new world
She isn't exactly the definition of your typical post-modern-feminist girl

I'm sorry princess, that you had to have me on this day
But you could have made it easier to find something to say
Jumped up and done some doing about how my foot got in my mouth this way
Instead you're sitting, pouting pretty cause your pretense won't get played

I'll watch you smoke your cigarette, while you're in your loose thread Sunday clothes,
Let's take one of those strings, hold your dress to the wind and see if it floats

Disposable cameras,
Forever fights.

Forever cameras,
Disposable nights.

Hey there weary stranger, I'm sorry I got you confused,
It's just in my lamer moments like this, I don't know what to do,
My silence won't tell you you're beautiful, so I overload and surge through the fuse,
Let me shut up and take you to dinner, if you're lucky we'll both get used.

We're so over the disposable camera generation,
Disposable cameras,
Forever fights.

Now it's a forever rolling fixation,
Forever cameras,
Disposable nights.

So watch out how you smile,
Maybe try to be nice,
Cause if happiness is found in teeth, I friend the crocodile,
And the coolest cats do the same for the mice

So watch out how you smile,
Maybe try to be nice,
Cause if happiness is found in fangs flashed then I friend the crocodile,
And the coolest cats do the same for the mice

We're so over the disposable camera generation,
Disposable cameras, make way for
Forever fights.

Now it's a forever rolling fixation,
Forever cameras, only roll on
Disposable nights.
The United States has not had a bearded President since 1893.
 Nov 2013 Sub Rosa
Tori Valentine
Everyday I am haunted
By the scars on my hips,
wrist,
stomach,
and thighs.
I hope everyday my parents won't see them.
I'm scared of what others think
I'm scared that I will be sent away again,
Away to a place that filled me with fear,
A place people call, "The Mental House,"

Yes, I did try to **** myself,
but that was long ago
But now I struggle with the razors that call my name
The yearning for the sting of a cut across my scarred skin
The desire to feel like I'm not in a dream.
Everything is so unreal
I never thought it would happen
But it did,
now I'm living with it.

I'm happy to say I am three weeks clean,
But I don't think it will last very long
Life is not easy
and I'm not that strong.
My reality, this is my life. I will open up to you. I will be vunerable for you.
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