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 Jan 2015 Advent
Jared Bogolea
Does our heart ever really
heal from this?
Or do we just learn to manage
the pain?

Personally, I think the latter.

My mom disagrees with me though..
She says  someday, I'll meet a man
and he'll make it all vanish.

And maybe she's right
but it isn't someday and
I don't have that someone.

So here I am lying in
bed asking myself
w h y was it so easy
((or not so easy))

for someone to blatantly
walk out of my life
without any regards of
looking back
just found this
I wrote this about him
 Jan 2015 Advent
rained-on parade
She says she can
make the sky change into
the colours of shame:

but how could she have known
that I already walk
with a cloud over my head?
 Jan 2015 Advent
Rhet Toombs
Language, anguish
Wrapped myself in blankets
Thinkin' about girls that consider me strange-ish
Well who really cares
Givin' off looks, and creepy stares
Stalkin' and talkin'
Chills and sidewalk chalkin'
Layin' in bed with you
Makin' plans we'll never do
Pretty girl, anywhere, I'll take you to
Just wanna kiss,
And kick it too

Sleeping tonight, feels so wrong
Alone, tonight, feels so long
But you call, talkin' *****
We up till seven-thirty
You know I'm right here
Let me whisper in your ear
Let's fu- I mean make love
And then maybe, if push comes to shove
I'll let you act just like a white dove

Scheming, dreaming, it's all seeming
A little hot, but not shot
All my plans and secrets too
Cause when I'm in your bed
I'll stay lovin' you
 Jan 2015 Advent
oni
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 Jan 2015 Advent
oni
she had been
stabbing herself
with her own knife
until he took it from her

and right as she believed
that he was trying to help
he handed her a larger one
and said,
"here, try this one"
 Jan 2015 Advent
Chrissaves
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 Jan 2015 Advent
Chrissaves
Some days I feel so far away
Because no one hears silent screams
So detached from my mind
I’ll accept with time
There is no place for me
Because I feel so real yet so fake
No one finds the time to think
About my feelings about my past
But then again that’s how I am
  
One day I’ll be so all alone
And I’ll be secluded in my 2D world
No one to help me or save me
Just an empty space to call my own
  
I am fake when I’m sad
And I am real when I’m mad
Because the things that make me also break me
Something that I don’t understand
When I’m in love I’m happy yet…
Everything depresses me
I met a girl today
But they will never get close to me
Because sometimes everything seems lost to me
  
One day I’ll be so all alone
And I’ll be secluded in my 2D world
No one to help me or save me
Just an empty space to call my own
  
Maybe I should find a way out
And face the facts
I’m better off dea-
Or at least away from people  
I just can’t say the words
venttttt
A hospital isn't a home
There's no room for emotions - and no space to cry
A hospital isn't a home
There's no hugs and kisses - and no one knows why

A hospital isn't a home
And does anyone really care
A hospital isn't a home
But I can't be anywhere but here
 Jan 2015 Advent
Julian
the girl
 Jan 2015 Advent
Julian
A - girl filled with exciting stories,
D - aring me to take constant adventures and to  
V - enture out of my comfort zone,
E - nter her world and
N - avigate through her
T - ormented heart

and
stay,
until she feels
that
I could be the one to complete
her unspoken adventures,
her need for sorrow
the freedom and chains
she wants
and needs
to the girl. i love you.
 Jan 2015 Advent
Julian
incinerate
 Jan 2015 Advent
Julian
my monologues
used to contain dark things
those that never shone
words that were nothing but tar soaked

my monologues
burned when I first saw you
every word ignited
every phrase,
sentence
in flames

my monologues
are stars now
ever so bright,
ever filled with burning gas
that could last
for more than a thousand years

my monologues
were about finding you,
when it was too dark

my monologues
are now about you
and how your existence in my life
engulfs me in flames
incinerating my soul
with each word
each ballad,
each sentence you offer

my monologues
become
letters,
poetry,
all for you.
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