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 Oct 2013 hello
Leena Vango
Tell me why I have you etched so deep inside of me?
The fact that I allowed you to slide on in to me, still contemplating whether my actions were wise.
What a shame, I had lost myself...

Tell me why you had to bring things to the table that no other woman could?

Tell me why this feeling has manifested deep into my chest consisting of aches and sharpened blades gauging my soul.

You, yes you. You know who you are. You released my dopamine and I-I saw you as perfection.
You then proceeded to walk away. It seemed as if the world fell apart, but it was me...

Tell me why, I am now realizing I am wrong... Wrong for etching you so deep inside of me?
 Oct 2013 hello
daniella
books
 Oct 2013 hello
daniella
i own more books than friends,

i need to return the books back to the library,
that i've kept since august,
but those words on that page kept me sane,

the words are real and everything a person could never be,
a person you call a friend is never always there,
when you need them most,
they let you down and even though you're suffering and drowning in your anxieties,
they are forgetting your mere existence,
but the pages on that book are the ones,
i hold close to my heart,
because they get me through the days when i need to grocery shopping,
but instead i'm smoking,
wishing,
the pain away that in hope i will one day be okay


~ d.a
 Oct 2013 hello
daniella
a girl could pluck poems from her mind,
like apples from a tree,
and hand them to you.

wondering if you'll examine them for,
bruises
and throw them away, or
if you'll take a bite into one and enjoy it, or
if you'll take a knife and cute one in half to show her the star pattern inside:

show her you'll take her apar by the poem,
to show her,
the beauty inside

~ d.a
 Oct 2013 hello
Laura Stridiron
Searching for truth where dishonesty reigns
Insecure lies leaving blood soaked stains
Believing in words spilt onto a page
Trusting with faith what reason cant gauge
Hope but a memory, a far distance to travel
The heart ponders questions a mind can't unravel
The mystery of forever is reflected in doubt
a riddle for which there is no way out
For the brightest of stars can still crash and burn
a self sacrifice with no lesson learned
Trailing but memories of dreams still unspoken
revealing the vileness of a soul far too broken
But if faith and reason should ever align
Hope can perhaps make a small ember shine
 Oct 2013 hello
Sarah Antilope
She's nice;
Lets take advantage of her.

She's nice;
She won't mind if we talk about her.

She's nice;
It's okay if we spread rumours about her.

She's nice;
Lets walk all over her.

She's nice;
She would never get mad at anyone.

YES! She may be nice but that does NOT give you the right to treat her like crap. She is a human being, she has feelings too that sometimes get hurt when people don't take her seriously. So next time you think you're not bothering someone because you don't think they mind...think again!
 Oct 2013 hello
Sarah Antilope
Me
 Oct 2013 hello
Sarah Antilope
Me
I can't stand to live my life watching others pretending to like me.
I don't see why people throw themselves at me and then just.
Leave.
I sit and wonder what did I ever do to drive them away from me.
I think I'm kind and fun to be around, but I just always feel like I annoy everyone that surrounds me.

Sure, just stop talking to me even though I never did anything.
Oh! And then when you need something just come crawling back and of course I will accept you because that's just me.

Just me! Maybe that's it.
Maybe the person I am isn't good enough for others.
Maybe when I act like myself it's annoying to others.
Maybe my personality bothers others and that's why they shut me out.
Maybe I should just stop trying to be the centre of attention and go on with life watching from the outside.

If you want to leave, just don't make it about the person I am. My personality. Me.
Behind deep brown eyes
Lies the secrets she holds
Kept up in a box
Not far from her home

He was a nice boy
So she had thought
But people had said
He was locked in a box

She once found the key
And let herself in
She was lead to believe
The walls could be thin

As the days grew older
She would grow fonder
But the keys had been lost
The boy was gone now

The box sits alone
With only two items
The secret of love
Soft tears left beside it

The box is unlocked
For if he returns
The secret revealed
He might also love her
 Oct 2013 hello
Tana Young
death
 Oct 2013 hello
Tana Young
i close my eyes
my favorite classical slowly fades out
my eyelids move violently
i picture myself rocking back and forth  
hands folded

as I secretly listen to the music
my hands move with the sound of the violin
my feet move with the sound of the piano
and my heart soars with the composers

i try to open my eyes
i'm not rocking
my hands are still folded, tightly, stiff it seems now
my heart is still underground
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At_BIbaLhcU
 Oct 2013 hello
Tana Young
From the present... I fell in love.
I was off not above.
I could not love as you.
Soon... my love, would blue.
It would turn to the sea.
And that would be... be my long creed.
Pain inside me amplified by love.
Being drowned in desolation.
The only thing flooding my throat... was indeed desperation.
I unnaturally studied melancholy.
My heart was broken... from the pressure of the water.
I will never take another peaceful breath.
Love will be my death.
I quickly sink.
I'm on the brink,
Of vanity!
I've lost my in·sanity?
From the present... I fell in love.
The blue... sang its deathly, elegant tune.
 Oct 2013 hello
kMargaret
They call it being the big spoon
The Big Dipper of the bodies
And you insisted on that being your job.
But it was the middle of the night
And you turned over
Letting me press my body against your back.
Fitting myself into all your open spaces
Nothing breathed between us
You reached out your arm
Pulling mine up and over
Hugging my hand to your bare chest.
And I
Listened,
My ear to your back
My hand to your heart
We beat in unison
And I
I couldn't tell who's heart was who's.
Tracing the freckles on your back.
Using the tips of my fingers
And my lips
To connect the constellations
Your skin glowed as if touched by stars
They are imbedded in your skin.
How were we supposed to know
That beneath the surface of your porcelain
That you were burning alive.
For the stars weren't those you wish upon
But those that scorch you from the inside out.
The ones that set you on fire
How were we to know that the constellations imbedded in your back
Were not constellations at all,
But veins filled with poison.
A cancer feeding on you
Destroying what you are
Burning stars,
Poisonous, deathly stars,
That big spoon
Pouring hot acid through your bones
Extinguishing the light that once enveloped you.
You lay here
And your eyelashes
They start to fall to your cheeks
You cry and
I say
Beautiful.
Glowing from the inside out,
I traced the Big Dipper into your back
How was I to know you were burning.

Make a wish, baby
It's not over until you stop fighting.
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