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 Sep 2015 Andrew
scared
happen
 Sep 2015 Andrew
scared
Things happen for a reason..
Why can't things stay the same?
Why does change hurt so much?
The memories hurt, the memories hurt sometimes
Not knowing where to get the material to fix my heart
I guess I became stuck in a lucid dream
But I can't remember when enough was enough
Maybe I've caved in from father anxiety and mother depression
pressure

So now i'm drowning in the dead sea known as Heartbreak
 Sep 2015 Andrew
OliviaAutumn
She stood there in a world full of glamour,
The art deco nature of her edges
Synchronising with the slow movements of sound
That slurred her into a haze
Of small sips of *** and salt that sat on her lips
Like an unwelcome guest.
She was out of place, a photograph on a window
Pained by being made with the wrong grace
Of those before.

She saw herself in the eyes of those around her,
Reflections of those parts she kept hidden
In a suitcase beneath her bed
Ready to leave behind,
Desperate to discard
The shadows traced by candlelight.
And she'd given up on the fight and heaven
For the pocket watch she kept in her heart
Had a small inscription
Forever engraved in time,
"Twenty-seven".
 Sep 2015 Andrew
JJ
Untitled
 Sep 2015 Andrew
JJ
Before I start you need to understand something; I was high at the time.
I was high when I said your name.
I was high when I though about the way you walked.
I was high when I fell in love with your lips.
I was sober when I tried to let you walk away.
Before I finish you need to understand something; I was high.
You were a drug and I was an addict.
I'm sorry
this isn't specific but it is
nothing is how it should be
I am so sorry
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,
Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,—
Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes
My heart.  I know that Beauty must ail and die,
And will be born again,—but ah, to see
Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn!  Autumn!—What is the Spring to me?
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Order in Chaos
4 am
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Order in Chaos
4 am is for lovers who went separate ways,
not for the in love asleep in comforting embrace.

it’s for the broken souls wandering aimlessly,
looking for a friend, looking for company.

It's for the painful heart wrenching confession,
or moans of pleasure in the throes of passion.

But my 4am is for the one i hold so dearly,
yet can't have because he doesn't want me.
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Julie Butler
crimes
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Julie Butler
exhausted by the nights & dawn
that break me over you

I've tried a thousand times and still
there's nothing I can do

I've skipped the songs
& cursed your arms
I burn inside my sleep;
to wake now wearing scars
from break-neck-love
made urgently

the truth in me
I'll never speak
of love that wouldn't keep;
my bones they lay
upon the stage
get played with bows of grief

the cellist stripped my ribs
a trick to twist in perfect fifths
& I admit, a love like this
a pain I cannot quit
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Ellie Geneve
I told you I love winter,
and you thought that will change
when the cold numbs my feet
but it didn't

I told you I love vacations
and you thought that will change
when long vacations leave me unproductive
but it didn't

I told you I love you
and you thought that will change
when you break my heart
but it didn't

Loving you was like loving winter
a constant in my equation

and although I was never really great at math
I learned how to make a system of two equations

you are not a constant in my life's equation

**but you are a constant in my heart's equation
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Jay G
Life & Death
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Jay G
Today's the day of drooping cigarettes,
of foul tasting beer,
of lost love, lost souls
swimming in idealism and cynicism
forever at quarrels with one another
constantly thriving for the theology
of life
of death
of which is more powerful
Which is less stigmatized, fiery opposition
of detached humanity and blazing passionate souls
The acts of life and death
swarm with the wind as decaying beautiful fall leaves
whirls of orange, whirls of black

the contemplation of which
leaves one, pondering the existential why
rendering one, a little loose, a little mad.

The madness is all that's left
at the beginning
in the end.
 Sep 2015 Andrew
Sarah Spang
Bring to me infinity
From where it dwells in lore
Or return with empty, wounded hands
And speak of it no more.
For if we are eternity
As one, when brought together
Why then do our faulty lips
Find pause upon "forever?"
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