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 Jan 2016 User
Helen
at all times
 Jan 2016 User
Helen
In storms
she is your anchor
In blindness
she is your sight
In sadness
she is your laughter
In darkness
she is your light
In weakness
she is your strength
In nightmares
she is your dream
In kindness
she is your weakness
At night time
she hears your screams
In low times
she is the mountain
In dry times
she is the stream
At all times
she is the rock
Never pretending to be
anything else
than what she appears
to be
 Jan 2016 User
Gia Garcia
I tried.
Trust me, darling, I really did.
You were the 'whole package', as some people would say.
But the only thing missing was the most important one.
I didn't really love you.
You were perfect.
But all your perfection could never fit perfectly with my rough edges.
But darling, even if we matched, and every part of our personality meshed well with each other,
I always won the 'I love you more' game because you let me win
But we both know the painful truth
I don't love you.
Not the way you love me.
And I never will—
I'm sorry.
It may not hurt me as much as it hurts you, but hell, it hurts.
 Jan 2016 User
Marcus Belcher
I've always been afraid to be ******
Never wanted to be a raging hormonal beast
Loving her parts but not her whole
Perverse thoughts staining my soul

But wanting her skin AND mind is fine
An appreciation that ages like wine
Thinking of your body while feeling your light
Wanting to make love then hold you tight

To please is to love
Learned that from above
Your comfort is a priority
*** is wanted but part of the minority

No scheme or plan
Coming before you a bare man
Offering the radiant tangible feelings in my hand
Fighting to stay when other ran

Drowning in the depth of her essence
Overcome by your totality
Unable to exist with you in reality
Hence why he's the latest fatality

But I'm here on demand
Trust me, I'm your biggest fan
Don't worry, it'll be alright
I'll be here when you greet the morning light
A very personal poem that explains my anxiety around women who are beautiful. Inside and out.
 Jan 2016 User
James M Vines
Crayon scrawled on a wall, rainbow colors interwoven. Simplistic, but to the trained eye, each line intersects and a picture is formed. Streaks of oil on canvas, color droplets fall like the tears of a bereaved mother. Spatters and splashes dot the landscape of the canvas, forming what to some is confusion but to others abstract. Metal welded and twisted, intersecting with mortar and stone. Hewn out of raw earth, the stone is cut to let the metal lie in a certain way, while mortar is shaped into the sculpture that to some may appear as the results of a natural disaster. Art is perception as seen through the eyes of the creator of the piece. Some elicits deep emotions, while other creations are not meant to be understood. It is what you think it is, your perception, that is your art.
 Jan 2016 User
James M Vines
Stiletto heels and a short tight skirt. Full colored lips just to go to work. Highlights in my hair, and just the right top, cut just low enough to make the right man stop. Lady like poise and the subtle hint of perfume, with a swish in my walk when I enter the room. A presentation that is a feast for the eyes. The object of desire, a note worthy prize. From high school to college its a work in progress, learning how to be seen, it becomes an art. Knowing just what magazines to read, seeing the latest styles is a necessity. Not being to easy but giving up just enough, to make your way to your next goal. That is what we are taught. Though you might wear sweats to bed at night, even going to work out has to be done just right. Showing off the curves in all of the right places, it is the art of selling myself.
 Aug 2015 User
Arlo Disarray
rarely do my lips actually open, anymore
it's always my hands that do the talking
mimicking my own voice
with the sounds of pens scribbling against crumpled and reused pieces of paper

the speech has to fight through my mouth to see light
having been out of order for such a long time, my tongue has been algaefied, my teeth eroded, and my lips rusted
social media
has killed my
social skills
and i'm two feet tall, trapped behind a sheet of glass, with an empty speech bubble hovering over my head
blah, blah, blah
 Aug 2015 User
Nicholas Cassidy
"DAY 1”
waking up doesn’t feel normal
Im scared to leave my bed
i feel controlled with no power left
This awful atrabilious feeling i have
Just gonna go back to sleep

“DAY 2”
Made it out of bed today
nothing has changed
I have class soon
Im scared to go out side
doesn’t feel right
doesn’t feel normal
Shower to try to fix this feeling

Okay made it to class
sitting in the front row
i feel like everyone is staring at me
i feel they know I’m not okay
they are reading every move i make.
But i know they aren’t
and I’m just thinking to much

“DAY 3”
Waking up this morning
i feel anxious
i have this rushed feeling
feels like the world is waiting for me
gonna go shower

So out of the shower
my mind settled for a little bit
i was comfortable but numb
numb to everything
To scared to go out side today


“Day 4”
Can i even call this a separate day?
I haven’t been to bed yet
sitting on this porch
looking at nothing
lighting another cigarette
**** i need to stop this
another pack gone
time seems to be moving so slow
yet so fast tonight

Its 5am time to try going to bed

Its now 10am sleep isn’t happening
been laying here staring at the ceiling
hoping for something to change
to feel anything
I’m numb to everything
my phone keeps ringing
texts, calls.
Cant even bring myself to pick it up

**** this

“DAY 5”
Things seem to be getting better
i left the house today
felt terrified for most of it
didn’t feel comfortable where i was
laying in bed
i finally feel the war has stopped
my mind has finally caught up
taking deep breaths

5 days of horror has finally settled
 Aug 2015 User
Chelsea Spears
Dark wedding vows
says my dying love.
If you were to live again,
beside you I would stand.
As you'd take your first  
step, your first death has gone.
I'll shadow your heart with mine
eclipsing the moon in my light.
 Aug 2015 User
Kaitlyn Marie
can you just simply forget
How to do the things that made you live
you let all fall that are gifted in grace, let them hesitate with an insecure skip
dismay catapults while grey shadows
your previously bubbling take
@kaitlynmaie
 Aug 2015 User
Rotten Meat
I make friends with both dark and light,
everyone is different and special.
No one is left to be judged.
You ask who are these people?
"Who is that with no hands?"
Well let me tell you something,

Scissorhands is my friend;
very original, yet mistreated,
why it's like the people around us.
Judging a book by its cover;
sure that sounds old,
but not if you never learn.

"Left with no hands, why with us?"
Oh everyone is special.
I got a friend with no eyes,
cannot see at all.
Does that make her different?
No not at all.

Am I alone?
No I'm not,
people may call my friends monsters,
though they are not what you think.
Everyone is not the same,
but we shall treat others the same way.
Different is unique,
very creative in all sorts of ways.

So next time you enter my house,
don't point anyone out.
If you don't enjoy their company,
then you shall not come at all.
Dedicated to all the unique people in this world. Only few that don't judge.
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