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 Dec 2014 -a
prettiest star
the numbness in my hands
is almost made up for
by the clean, frosted air

it's now that i think of you
maybe
tracing your skin
uneven with the chill. or my touch.

i don't mind that your hands are warm
somewhere else

you're mine where it counts
 Dec 2014 -a
Kaitlynn Williams
Imagine us being together,
maybe us being forever.
Imagine us being happy with one another,
and cuddling underneath the covers.
Imagine me kissing all over you,
and my hands wandering all over your body too.
Imagine me with my hands all in your hair,
and telling you how much I care.
Imagine yourself running your fingers down my spine,
and you saying "you're all mine".
Imagine us messing up the bed sheets,
and listening to each other's heartbeat.
Imagine our bare skin touching,
our naked bodies cuddling.
Imagine one of my hands clutching the bed,
and another rubbing the top of your head.
Imagine me scratching you down your back,
and giving you all the love you have lacked.
Imagine us being together,
maybe us being forever.
 Dec 2014 -a
Who cares anyway
At the end of the day
On December 25th
I like to sit in the dark
And stare at the tree

I'm supposed to be happy
Spending time with family
But all I can think about
Are your hands around my waist
 Dec 2014 -a
Iris Nyx
Empty Magic
 Dec 2014 -a
Iris Nyx
It doesn't feel like Christmas
It feels like

Disappointment

it feels like

Depression
 Dec 2014 -a
Kennedy Taylor
I’m tired of being the kid who people only talk to when they need something from me.
I’m tired of being the kid who everyone knows but no one wants to be around.
I’m tired of being the kid who isn't sure who his real friends are.
I’m tired of being the kid who feels wanted but not needed.
I’m tired of being the kid who doesn't know if anyone really cares.
I’m tired of being the kid who has to talk to the shadows in his room.
I’m tired of being the kid who is losing faith in life.
I’m tired of being that kid.
I’m tired.
Goodnight.
 Dec 2014 -a
apintofwords
I went hiking up a mountain,
I couldn't tell you where it was, I was hopelessly lost,
My compass was broken, my backpack was heavy and my legs were tired of walking,
I couldn't stop for fear that I would never find my way backwards or forwards,
I couldn't stop, the fear of suspended animation was too great,
Then I saw a man, sitting at the edge of a cliff,
I couldn't decide if he was lost or if he was just suicidal.
I was taught not to talk to strangers,
Be a good girl, don't tell everyone everything, keep your secrets, keep your pain, always smile, don't let them see who you really are.
I ventured a timid hello, and he turned around and smiled like he'd known me forever.
I couldn't help but smile back and put my backpack down for a little while,
My shoulders were aching from all the weight I was carrying,
We didn't talk much, we just sat there, staring ahead, each lost in their own thoughts,
I couldn't tell you how long we sat there.
My watch was broken you see and time seemed like it didn't matter,
I had no hope of ever going back to where I'd come from,
I had no way of knowing if I'd ever find my destination,
The fear was back and as I stood up to leave, he didn't stop me,
But, just looked at me with kindness and asked me to leave my backpack behind,
'It's too heavy a burden for you to carry', he said, 'you don't need it where you're going.'
'Where am I going?', I asked
'You'll know when you get there', he replied before turning away,
So I left my backpack behind and I walked on,
Faith was all I had and for the moment that was enough.
 Dec 2014 -a
Amanda
Drunk Rambles
 Dec 2014 -a
Amanda
His hazel eyes remind me of chocolate,
and I wish that the storm in my heart
could have engulfed his, too.
Then maybe he would have seen me as
an equal, not just somebody he could use.
 Dec 2014 -a
Jeremy Duff
I imagined your hips in my hands,
and I imagined I had it all under control.

I stared at your lips when you spoke,
you pretended not to notice.

I stared at your *** when you walked away,
and your hips swang methodically, enticingly.

Public intoxication, two nights in the county jail, 500 dollars in court fees and fines, and the feel of your breast on my palms.  These are the things that haunt me.
You haunt me.
 Dec 2014 -a
Ember Evanescent
Oh please
I'm bad enough sober
And I don't want to lose who I am
I get high off life
I don't need drugs
To be a happy lunatic
I can find a different escape from myself than substances or inhaling smoke
It's called writing
I just want to be able to say I was strong enough never to rely on that stuff
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