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 Jan 2016 Blaine smith
KD
I feel it all building up inside of me
Having nowhere to let it out because where would it be safe?
Even if I could I wonder if I'd even be able to find the words
Perhaps all I could say was nothing at all
Maybe silence is all there is to say
 Jan 2016 Blaine smith
Caroline E
I want to cry and let it all out
But I guess I ran out of tears
 Jan 2016 Blaine smith
j a s
your lips were soft and plump and meeting mine,
i felt us rowing in the sea of silver dusted constellations
with the midnight sky gracing our eyes and with the
glooming of the moon and we would row, my love,
amidst stardust with moonbeam in our eyes
and then we would move into each other and you would
whisper sweet nothings that would linger in my ears for all i could
remember and tasting you, with sweet layers of salt my love,
i was so in love and and we would row and row,
and then you would grasp my cheek and as if writing on my skin
with ink, you caressed every inch of me till i was experiencing my own special euphoria
of nothing but you, you, you and then me and you would
angel my head to the side and battle with my tongue
and then we were flowing and crashing and turning
and meeting your lips again and again was like a sort of new
oxygen that made the one i had been inhaling seem toxic and suddenly,
my love, nothing but your breath could open up my
midnight lungs and i loved it, loved you, your lips, your fingers, your hair,
your tongue against mine, your breath fanning my face, your eyes lightening me up,
and this is me, and that is you, and this is the chaos of kisses that you erupt
deep from within me and my love your kisses are like the oxygen i need in order to breathe and
yet, you would stop, why did you my love?
can you not see the chaos you've created, can you not see how i am crumpling only to wither away like ashes --
why did you stop, as if we were never ever anything to begin with?
why would you stop?
He always thought that he could save me
Save me from life
From myself
But the truth is
He couldn't
Nobody can
Nobody ever will
 Jan 2016 Blaine smith
sanctuary
To me,
you choose her every time you utter her name knowing she's good at the stuff she does
You choose her every time you spend your time with her knowing I don't like her, knowing that everyone thinks it's okay when you spend your time with her and not with me

And I lose you every time we argue about her because when you defend her, you choose her again

**And maybe you will a hundred times more while you tell me lies of you still choosing me.
I hope you'll see. I hope you'll feel it but I-I could never hurt you the way you hurt me.
I search for god in the kitchen sink,
washing my hands during surgery,
turning me on like water in my airduct,
giving my ego a ******* haircut,
I might end up dead trying to blow up the sun,
I'm looking for my head,
like a rabbit chasing a gun
And I sit smoking high on my mushroom
reading a role call for every single raindrop,
I the imitation of a lesser God, though I may
not be so small and able, I the perfect paradox,
wearing shoes without socks and beds without
blankets, and I the gravitational pull, sitting smoking
at the center of the universe, and I the holy caterpillar,
turning my lungs into butterflies, and I the unbreakable
bond, the glue that holds all love together,

And I the King of hearts,
a prisoner in my house of cards
I got in a fistfight with the sky. I have bruises on my
knuckles. they ask me what I want for my
birthday. I said nothing. I lost my
virginity in a parked car. it felt like air tastes.
I robbed a house using my birthday present. I keep my
wits about me. I take apart the wires in my
speaker. there's no god in my
underwear. it sounds like a crucifix.
I got in trouble with the law. I used up all my
funds in a plethora of traffic violations. my
bedspring heart came undone when you fingered my
locks. I set off fireworks in your backyard. you broke my
aquarium. I'm the last ******* dinosaur. and you,

my meteor.

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