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 Nov 2016 brittany
Logan Schaller
Suicide sounds sweet
Suicide & I should meet
Suicide is the type of guy to talk me right to sleep.

It wasn't always this way
For years I prayed
Like a wheeping half beaten slave

When I sleep
I see their faces
When I speak
I'm doing so for them
Cause without them
There would be no
Where I am.

There would be no me
& this world without me is just
Plain ol' boring
I'll pick myself up in the morning
Guess I missed suicides appointment
 Nov 2016 brittany
Joseph Floreta
I come to you
in your own dream world,
dressed only in my darkest desire.
#BadDream
 Oct 2016 brittany
Amethyst Fyre
Last night, I sat on top of my radiator, the window cracked slightly open
So I could feel the wind brush my feet

And for only the third or so time,
the cold voice in my head whispered
suicide

It was not a want
More a playful experiment with ideas

The voice ran a quick calculation
Of how easy it would be just to
fall
Go into the bathroom, grab a razor and
answer some higher call

And I recoil from the thought
Not because I know it should seem
wrong
But because I'm scared of how easy it would be

I lean toward the egde of the radiator

The I pull down the shade of the window and walk away.
 Oct 2016 brittany
archwolf-angel
The cold plays a simple symphony
A perfect season for cuddly jackets and woolly gloves
Skin tight jeans and knee high boots
And knitted scarfs made from tender careful hands

Light weight make up that stays in tact
Kissable lips always stay perfect
A warm cup of coffee in hand
Music playing through headsets

Sights caught in between the falling snow
Brown hues whispering cheerful greetings
An embrace of warmth from body heat
Hearing that familiar heartbeat
 Oct 2016 brittany
AK93
You're just as guilty as I am of not speaking your mind, and just because I don't speak doesn't mean I have anything to hide. You can see the truth with all the needed proof when you look into my eyes.
 Oct 2016 brittany
tamia
he is...
 Oct 2016 brittany
tamia
i. he is a dancer,
he moves with such grace
he's spent his youth
dancing in front of mirrors,
he knows the way his body moves
as much as he is sure of himself

ii. he is starlight
he has seen the cosmos
and through his smile
he shares the wonders of the world
i could never see for myself

iii. he is a gentleman
he regards everyone sincerely
chivalrous in his beauty,
he walks with kindness
and acts with heart

iv. he is a storyteller
after his past of good and bad,
he is what he says
words stream from his mind
like rain drops on windows
he speaks with purpose
without ever intending to hurt anyone
but only wanting to love

v. he is my lionheart,
he braves the flashing lights
he does not mind being himself
raw and out in the open
he carries his books around
and can be silly without a care

vi. he is a wonder
shining among the chaos of his world,
and even king midas could not
conjure a heart as golden as his.
 Oct 2016 brittany
Kem-Ann
Dark hues
 Oct 2016 brittany
Kem-Ann
each of us
wears a mask
of grey,
of black,
or mostly blue
with every 'okay'
there's hidden clue
of sadness
of pain
a feeling, so hard to contain
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