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 May 2013 Anna King
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Gone
 May 2013 Anna King
AM
Your perfect mouth forms
An inundation of sweet nothings
But your eyes don't echo the words

You hold my face like I mean something
But the reflections in your eyes show only
The ghosts of lovers past

Your body radiates beckoning warmth
I inhale your subtle scent
You're human
You're real
Every sense I possess tells me so

But as I reach for you
All I grasp is air
It slips between my fingers
And sends a chill through my body

Your electricity lingers in my lips, my fingertips, my breath
Raising goosebumps on my arms
Running a current along my spine

I yearn to again
Electrocute myself with your touch
I ache to feel your vitality
I long for a phantom
A man whose thoughts I will never again invade
I long for a memory
 Apr 2013 Anna King
Daniel Magner
I would watch that movie
just one more time
if I watched it with her.
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Apr 2013 Anna King
modelb0nes
Just thinking
of nothing really.
Just of how fog
can lay over grass
Correspondingly
and some things on earth
aren't even possible.
Like the fact that I can't even go
anywhere without thinking
of nothing really.
just of how you
correspond with me
 Apr 2013 Anna King
marina
because it's like every time we're
in the same room, i can't
pull my eyes away from the curve
of your ears or the lines of your
knees or the way your veins are
permanently risen off the
back of your hands, like you're
always gripping something,
       you     just     don't    know    what

(it's overwhelming, knowing how
conveniently my hands would
fit into yours, so that you'd finally have
something to hold on to)
true story, yo. because every time i looked at him tonight it was like i couldn't breathe.  the way he knits his eyebrows together when he concentrates and his mouth would move with words you could tell he was itching to say.  and his hands.  i swear, it's like they're dying to be held.  wow, i forgot how creepy infatuation can make a person.
 Apr 2013 Anna King
Christian HM
It was one of those mornings
where you peer out your bottom floor window,
and look up at the raindrops freshly fallen.

You feel broken,
and yet rushed with an unexplainable emotion.
but you know it’s a good one simply with a bad aftertaste.

You see people everyday, no, you stare at them.
You wish for relationships you once had.
Others you wish you could hold,
and those you could never give up.

Have you ever heard the saying about faking a smile?
It’s an understatement.
It’s not sadness, or anger really, just pain.

It doesn't start out as pain, it just evolves, over time.
The madness results in Emotionally caused Physical pain.
The pain doesn't hurt, it just...sits.

This emotion that we've nicknamed pain, rushes through the body,
Arms numbs, legs shaking, eyes holding back, everything.
It’s all caused from sight, with a drop of longing.

You see this person everyday.
You long for the same people every single day.
And your body just longs for them.

It’s not as lustful as it sounds.
You just possess an attraction to these people.
An attraction that even the most specific and descriptive of words could not describe.

You sit there and you are bound by society’s lock on intermingling.
You are bound by the mock and disgust of others.
You are bound by that person of which you desire.
You are bound simply by yourself.

All this.
All of this Emotion, if you will, was bound in that little drop that clings to the window.
That was but a drop of what I feel every single day.

You can’t imagine
but don't let me sound as if I am exaggerating.
For I am not.

I have felt wonderful things.
Things I am not sure most of you have felt.
Though I wish you could.

I wish I could place my hand on your chest
I wish that all of that energy, that emotion, would flow into you and then back into me.
I could look into your eyes, and I would know, that you know, how I feel.

You could understand everything.
You could sympathise.
but the fact of the matter is, you simply can’t.

I do not believe you have felt what I have felt too, no.
Different version and variations, yes.
But this feeling of impossibility, I know you have not felt.

You are common rebel,
this is not bad, no not at all,
you have more opportunities to release this emotion than I ever will.

And i envy you. All of you. Every Last one.

You look away from the rain drops.
You go back to living.
You go back to hiding.
You go back to solitude.

Yeah, it was just one of those mornings I guess.
 Apr 2013 Anna King
John
When you speak
Like broken glass
Makes me weak
Cuts me deep
When you creep
Up on me
Acting like you're lonely

Don't come to me
Crying all the time
You're so pretty
With your waterfall eyes
But I want none of it
I did at one time but
I just can't handle this ****
So if you'd be so kind
As to step back
Take the tape and rewind
To the way it was
Before we were we
Before the love buzz

So just please
Do me this
Move with ease
Up on out
I don't want
Your hopeless pout
I just need
You to let go
 Apr 2013 Anna King
Siena Marilyn
in my car I ride
past a place out there
where I remember once thinking
of the blooming spring,
that was the day–
yes I remember that day
clearly now when it was
five o'clock and I bought you a
birthday card that I never gave you,
remember–you don't but still I remember
today and tomorrow–
and when it was real
because it was this day, this place, this time
and spring–
and spring makes me remember,
remember you.
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