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 Aug 2014 Yams
Lie to Me
 Aug 2014 Yams
lie to me,
say it isn't true
your heart loving her,
mine crying out for you

under a lurking full moon,
the signs tease at my mind,
minutes pass by slowly,
all that's left is precious time

All the minutes passed,
Broken at the end
A heart melted fierce
A soul devil sent
What happens when you love somebody that loves somebody else lied about all the things they felt................
 Aug 2014 Yams
It's true
 Aug 2014 Yams
It's sad...but true that I'm doing anything and everything to get over you.
I've kissed boys I have no desire for.
Lusted after them with teasing pleasure just to get attention... But I don't feel like a **** yet.

Its been a nightmare... It's all true... That moving on isn't the same without you.
I've let my walls rebuild with such height even I'm afraid to stand on the edge.
Screamed out for the world to hear but no sound came out.

It's pain... And sorrow... It's true... That I'll never get over you.
With such green eyes and such soft skin; you'll haunt me till the worlds end.
Love has never tasted quite as bitter as you.
 Jul 2014 Yams
Katie Biesiada
I love.
Plain and simple - I love.
I love fast.
I love hard.
I love deep.
I love everyone.
I love everything.
It's hard to find something that I don't love in one way or another.
I love the way I love so easily.
But one thing I can honestly say I don't love is the way I feel:
I don't feel loved.
I feel like I annoy people.
I feel like I anger people.
I feel neglected and unloved and alone.
I love.
But I need love.
 Jul 2014 Yams
 Jul 2014 Yams
caught smoking trees
it started with me
you were in my face
pushed me out of my place
i was out my window
i hit an all time low
i was chased
i picked up my pace
i ran to my friend
to my needs he could tend
dazed and afraid
i had got not what i paid
but in fact laced
i wish i had mace
i walked him back home
i was out all alone
i went over a wall
took a large fall
ran into the unknown
they had an unsettling tone
once they were near
i was frozen with fear
back on the ground
you could hear a loud pound
glass to my ear
this felt like a year
out like a light
i was unable to fight
awoke with pain
i had nothing left to gain
clothes were tattered
body was battered
stumbled through my door
he insulted me with "*****"
lied on my bed
thoughts racing through my head
out of breath
nothing left
back in my face
now i really wish i had that mace
i was back outside
my life felt like a lie
runaway home
i was accident prone
rumors spread
my reputation was dead

but after all this
i realized
ignorance is bliss

i stood back up
raised my cup

who was to blame
did you need to change
was it because of our fight
is it me that was right?
what if you looked through my sight

would you be able to forgive yourself if you knew you were the reason behind that dreaded night
My mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.

'He went away,' my mother sang,
'When I was brought to bed,'
And all the while her needle pulled
The gold and silver thread.

She pulled the thread and bit the thread
And made a golden gown,
And wept because she had dreamt that I
Was born to wear a crown.

'When she was got,' my mother sang,
I heard a sea-mew cry,
And saw a flake of the yellow foam
That dropped upon my thigh.'

How therefore could she help but braid
The gold into my hair,
And dream that I should carry
The golden top of care?
 Jul 2014 Yams
Victoria Ruth
My mom once told me
"Looks can be deceiving,"
Is that why you smiled
As you were leaving?
left alone
 Jul 2014 Yams
Elizabeth Smart
Let us invoke a healthy heart-breaking
Towards the horrible world:
Let us say 0 poor people
How can they help being so absurd,
Misguided, abused, misled?

With unsifted saving graces jostling about
On a mucky medley of needs,
Like love-lit ****,
Year after cyclic year
The unidentifiable flying god is missed.

Emotions sit in their heads disguised as judges,
Or are twisted to look like mathematical formulae,
And only a scarce god-given scientist notices
His trembling lip melting the heart of the rat.

Whoever gave us the idea somebody loved us?
Far in our wounded depths faint memories cry,
A vision flickers below subliminally
But immanence looms unbearably: TURN IT OFF! they hiss.
 Jul 2014 Yams
Love Noose
 Jul 2014 Yams
Ceaseless rope
of heart-strings
and hope
coiled around my neck.

A knot held strong
with the words
of a song
and what lurked in-between the words.

Wrapped around tight
just right
one last breath to spare.

There is no use
fighting with
a love noose,
body limp and empty of air.
Love is never chosen, it can only be felt, dealt with or broken.

— The End —