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 Oct 2015 Unknown
Nicole Dawn
If I said
"I want to **** myself"
You'd probably laugh
Walk away
And label me as overdramatic

But if I actually killed myself
You'd probably cry
And pretend to be sad
And say
"I wish I could've done something to help"
You'd say
"If only she'd let me in"

Well, I tried
Did you not hear my cry for help?
Yet you still ignored me
And you wonder why I want to leave?
Not sure what to call this one
Ideas?
 Oct 2015 Unknown
Tony villet
This, my ballad to the damsel in my dreams
To the nights spent longing for love's first taste
The sparkle in your eye, how it shines, how it gleams
My desire for your nurturing heart, your warm embrace
Just the harmony of your voice to stifle my screams
Or the musical melody dancing across your face
A hug is the closest form of embrace you can have with a person.
A hug does not feel close enough to you anymore.
I just want to melt into you.
I love you so much
I am so happy <3 It has been a while since I have genuinely felt happy. For a long time, I have been sad, then I was neither happy or sad. Now I am happy and falling in love <3
 Oct 2015 Unknown
Mitch Nihilist
she never complained
about how long my hair was
or that how it reeked of
cigarettes when she kissed me
good morning,
she never painted
my skin grey
when the sun
shined,
she never told me
that my
breakfasts of
turkey sandwiches
and pepsi weren't healthy,
she told me once that
I should quit smoking
because she did,
I never did,
she says I drink to much,
she told me that
she loved me
when I made her laugh,
her legs were always warm
and I told her she could start a fire
when she doesn't shave,
she laughed,
she told me that
she loved me when
my friend died,
she never told me
why she loved me,
she never gave
me a reason to leave,
I never told myself why
she loved me, I never knew,
so I gave myself a reason

so through tears
she then told me
to go **** myself
 Oct 2015 Unknown
oni
you stole away
the stars
burning within
my psyche

now i have
reduced
to crawling
in the dark

i never
understood
what it was
like

to forget
how to count
your lucky stars

until they all
vanished
right before
my eyes
 Oct 2015 Unknown
James Jarrett
Hope
 Oct 2015 Unknown
James Jarrett
I hope someday

That you will know

The love that was born with you

And will die with me

I hope someday

That something

Will take your pain from you

I hope you know

That I wanted the pain

To end with me

I hoped

That I could make it better for you

I couldn’t

I am sorry

My love has never dulled

And only will

When I cease to be

I love you

And will never know

If you care

I can never change that

But I will replace you

I swear

With something

That will make me forget

Although

All of the things

I’ve tried in the past

Have not worked

Someday

I hope
 Oct 2015 Unknown
Sarita Crandall
How do you know?

Where the lovers go?

Do they run, towards the setting sun?

Or secretly meet where the water kisses their feet?

Or perhaps bathe in the light, feeling more than alright.

Where ever the lovers may be, I hope they get a chance to come get me.
NOW as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of Silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the ******* floor.
 Oct 2015 Unknown
Tess Calogaras
My mind is a stuffed disease
through clouded eyes and

my face feels faint and shallow.
Quiet hands and drooling lids;
******
er.
Broken confidence
through months of solitude

hidden feelings that showed their presence 
between self doubt.

The way she smiles

or the way she looks at you
how every girl wants a boy to look at her.

I know she wants

me

to stretch hands;
titillating.
I swallow
nerves and puke.
Disgorged in my throat,

she sat.

Smiling up at me,

her face so hopeful,
her hands stretched 
like mine once stretched to him.

Away she walks beyond my mind
frisking her feet, 
nuzzled in.

I want to keep her.

Hold her against my chest
and live like primary school kids.

In single beds

with christian hands

looking for God
in paper notebooks.

That extended grip,
and I don’t know how to touch her
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