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 Aug 2015 a
susan
if it takes one of us
to act grown up & rational
i nominate you

i'm too uptight
to fake composure.
 Aug 2015 a
Shaylyn
Naked
 Aug 2015 a
Shaylyn
Willingly bound by our interlaced fingers,
we left the masquerade early.

We admitted that pretending to be someone else was exhausting,
and getting to know facades of fictitious people was a grotesque waste of time.

The desire to be understood far outweighed the fear of judgement.
Somewhere, in a world all our own, we shed our disguises.

Naked and vulnerable we shared the things we thought were repulsive,
and discovered that once trusted with someone else they could become beautiful.
 Aug 2015 a
oni
closet space
 Aug 2015 a
oni
every person
has baggage,
and it is your decision
whether or not
to help them
unpack.
 Aug 2015 a
the Terror
sick sweet
 Aug 2015 a
the Terror
he's my pretty buttercup
he looks so pretty collared up
on his knees
and in between
i love my darling honey pup
[I posted earlier and messed up the title haha]
 Aug 2015 a
Dorothy Parker
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn  away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning  Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring  and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree--
Though white of bloom as  it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity--
One little  loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
 Aug 2015 a
Cooper H
Untitled
 Aug 2015 a
Cooper H
Into
I'm in too deep
deathly dying disaster comes calming, a kind creature
As she takes me by the hand and gently guide me inside
Inside of her and her heart and inside is me and a coffin awaiting
as I cry out a plea
A plea to pause and pull back to the past's plays
When I craved the coffin and its cold carelessness
But calmly she commands that I climb inside... And close myself, unplug my mind and die
She tells me to leave life's hollow hole of self pitying piety
And give away my will to serene silence
The hollow hole is all I've ever known, I cry
But she takes me back to a time when I tried
 Aug 2015 a
Cooper H
Inside my room my mind inside is telling me to be terrified, sad, hopeless altogether, albeit I don’t know why
Maybe it’s the monster under my bed
And maybe it’s the ghost trapped inside
And maybe the utterly scarifying unknown
Isn’t a monster or an imagined image of iridescent horror
I know inside that my unknown terror is a lonesome life of lifelessness without love
And the lying light stares at me under the crack of my door and softly screams at me
Telling me to be a man
To be a missing-out mixture of money and melancholy that makes me lonely, that returns me back to the place of unknown fear that I now know is loneliness
Loneliness from you and you and you and me and love
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