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 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Delilah
Crack the window
Find me in the left lung of the house's chest
I close my eyes
and let the sound of white wind trace
the shells of my ears with it's smallest finger

Ghosts sleep in the morning
Electricity finds its rhythm in my veins and
I start up again
Angels wake with bed head in their best denim
I pierce the bed skin to find feathers
                                            
wear metal
wear silk
wear flesh

I paint time lines in a circle
post them on the ceiling
and sleep with one eye open

I dream of feeling-
shut inside
believing perverse or the reverse
Bitter, why is my heart so harsh
Soaked up inside the dark
Taste dipped inside black coffee
Unforgiving from the very start

Alone, pushing away society
Never understanding inside of me
What is this feeling that drowns me
Will it last an entire eternity?

Feeble, not sure if I am other people
Pale, sick with a beautiful veil
Icicle hands melting away
Without much truth to ever say

Take me, goddess of nature bath me
I rather be rain or a rose all alone
Let the clouds take me, build me a home
I’m tired of wanting to be all alone
Ring a ring a roses
******* up your noses
atishoo
atishoo
the septum breaks down.

dedicated to all those hard working city boys.
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Sierra
winter
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Sierra
The skin on my wrist feels sensitive

As if just a brush of my finger could cut it open

And let lose the emotion that I have built

In my chest that is screaming to get out

And I could cry an ocean if it wouldn’t cover

My desk and distract me from work that I despise

And I could sleep for eternity, never blinking

My eyes, never seeing the light if it meant

I didn’t have to deal with the burning sensation

In my pupils as they try to expand and contract

And take in my surroundings that seem drab and

Gray on days like today when it’s cold out but

My heart is colder and I’m freezing to death

No matter how much warmth my sweater provides

How do you heat up an empty shell of a girl who

Despises the sun and prefers the rainy nights to

The broad daylight of the afternoon and hides

In darkness
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Randy Lee
have i told you lately that you mean a lot to me? you shook up my world in such a good way, and I would say that I owe you, but I know that your soul was just being who you are. You've saved me out of that hell I was in by simply being my friend when no one else would... I'm still not perfect, and I could still **** it all up, but I no longer want to be dead, and that to me is enough to try and begin again... I hope this make sense, sometimes my heart doesn't quite see, so i just wanted to let you know, how much you truly mean to me.
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Bret
For: You
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Bret
This pillow holds
all of the secrets
of all of my the tears
that stained the fabric
and the whispers
of all of the hopes and dreams
that have been shattered
by the one
who used to tell me
I could.
Dracula walked a bit after day,
Until he saw really far away
An ugly maiden wearing a cross,
Who never did clean or never floss,
He said: 'Evilness! Don't cross my way!'
The early risers
Are ripped from their sleep
By tinkles and chimes
Of programmed alarms

They tread their cold floorboards
To peer in their mirrors
Observing dark shadows
Beneath their worn eyes

They are the ones
Who meet with bewilderment
The dark of pre-dawn
And ponder its death

They are the ones
Who half-asleep shuffle
Along broken pavements
Avoiding black puddles

They are the wearers
Of gloves and wool hats
Thick scarves and overcoats
And knotted shoe laces

A slumber-some army
Making their pilgrimage
To station and hospitals
Factories and schools

They are the ones
Who catch the first birdsong
The breaking of dawn
The crisp of the air

They are the ones
Who gaze at the moonlight
Wonder at stars
And think of the spring

They are the ones
Who live out the hours
Whilst we comfortable sleepers
Lie warm in our beds
9th January 2016
Men of Essex Men of Essex
Strong and true Strong and true
Like the mighty oak tree Like the mighty oak tree
We're with you We're with you
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
GM
Untitled
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
GM
cherish me as if i am your most prized possession,
as if i am your whole life.

GM
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Bret
Run
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Bret
Run
Why is it?
Why is it that we are willing to hurt ourselves so badly,
to allow our hearts to be broken time and time again?
To shatter who we are.
To spend our nights in nothing but silence
and the sniffles that break through the air.
What are we doing?
What gives them the right?
You run after the person senselessly,
blinded by the brutal truth.
Blinded by the fact that you are running not only
back towards them,
but running away from the truth.
The truth that they no longer want you.
And so you run.
You run, and you run
so hard and so far that your bones begin to melt into
the path that you so desperately try to stay on.
You’re killing yourself
with the need of a single person.
Find a way to let them go.
It will hurt.
It will feel as though your heart is being torn from your chest
and simply discarded.
Like a piece of trash.
But let them go.
Let them run and run,
because they will end up turning the tables.
They will realize who they have lost.
They will begin to run after you,
continuing the never ending chase.
But they’ll be too tired
because they were chasing the wrong person all along.
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