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 Aug 2013 CA
jdmaraccini
Weep
 Aug 2013 CA
jdmaraccini
You are hidden on one side I am on fallen on the other,
we could work together but we are about to fall.
Push through the static noise, listen for the crying siren,
it doesn't have to be like this—a lamb killing a lion.
A melody over an angry voice, it doesn't have to be like this at all.

Weep for me so God can hear my honest suffering,
speak for me when I am gone, and just a memory.
We are held together by absolutely nothing
in the end we break our souls in two.

Broken by greed but I still mourn, a sigh of relief I'm honestly torn.
Yet I still believe there's another life for me,
asleep on a one-way street even after my soul is broken.
Even after they scorch my dreams, for now, I still breathe.

You are fallen on one side I am on hidden on the other,
we could work together yet pride may be the final call.
It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this at all

Weep for me under a tree on a rainy day,
walk with me and be thankful we live and breathe.
Talk with me and get lost in conversation,
until we fall asleep, until we sleep permanently,
I will be waiting; I will be waiting for you.

Weep for me so God can hear my honest suffering,
speak for me when I am gone, and just a memory.
We are held together by absolutely nothing,
in the end, I will be waiting.
In the end, I will weep for you.
JDMaraccini
2013
 Aug 2013 CA
jdmaraccini
Legacy
 Aug 2013 CA
jdmaraccini
So, you brought a pen to a knife fight,
you who write with brilliance,
no need to fret.
I guarantee you leave a legacy,
life is not through with you yet.

Your nouns have purpose,
you who suffer every time you write,
I swear this to you.
every verb has profound meaning,
let your poetry ignite the mind.

I promise you this,
draw from the passion you find in life,
your adjectives will live forever.
A spider web spinning digital dreams,
each conjunction you weave lingers on.

So, you chose a pen to conduct your life,
choose each adverb wisely,
you who creates poetry brilliance.
For the legacy, you leave with words
is how the world will remember you.
JDMaraccini
2013
 Aug 2013 CA
evan
xvx
 Aug 2013 CA
evan
xvx
you do not fit
perfectly into my arms
love is not convenient it is
walking on gravel barefoot it is
biting your tongue chewing it is
a headache in a movie theater it is
drinking until you're blind it is
making room for you
 Aug 2013 CA
Brittney Anne
Games.
 Aug 2013 CA
Brittney Anne
Waking up has gotten
harder since i saw your face
once again
at the school that could
easily be mistaken as
a prison

Every morning,
dragging my lifeless
body out of the bed
we once made love
in
in hopes i could see you
and pretend nothing ever
happened
we never
happened

just another strange
face that belongs
to another
stranger

I almost want to
apologize for
giving you my heart,
but when you broke
me and left,
you took my soul with
you and now im
lying here
empty on the bed
we once made love in.

So now i am lost
and confused and i no
longer know how
to love without
pushing them
away
without reason

Cheers to you,
I gave you all I had
you played your
game
and I sat there
not even realizing
you were only
in it for the
fun

What comes around
goes back
around and
I hope the next girl
you play your
game with
plays it well and
breaks the heart you
have like you
did to so many others.
 Aug 2013 CA
Isabella H
Isolated fog and silents,
The morning brisk,
Dense sunlight from above,
Over casting rays, reflecting
in from out the dusk of rising sunset,
transferring inside our humble abode ,
The tenderness of your body heat,
The radiance of your glowing shine skin,
glistening,
The sculptured body,
That forms beneath the unfurnished sheets,
The gradient, bitten flesh red,
pump lips,
The complexion of perfection of jealousy,
A jaw line precisely traced onto a bare canvas,
Soft faint eyes,
Infatuated,
Oh,
How much it yearns for a delicate touch,
Capturing the sensual moments and gestures,
Making it difficult to contain,
My immoral, dishonest, corrupted,
thoughts,
Motives,
To impurify the innocents,
from the beginning,
I've polluted everything, markings of lust,
Love,
Unfair but
Unregretful,
Unbelievable,
This is mine.
 Aug 2013 CA
monica shomali
i miss the sound of your voice but i guess the rain tapping on my window will suffice for tonight.
we haven't seen each other for months now and i was calling to say that this morning when i was getting my bagel, that song you told me reminded you of me came on, and i wanted to cry because, because -
well,
you know why.

and, i guess i'm calling because only you understand
how that would break my heart.

if my alarm clock was the sound of your voice the snooze button would collect dust.
nobody will ever be to me what you were and still are.

i'm trying to save up my money. to leave. to be free.
not afraid of being moved anymore. of packing everything and leaving.
with nothing but a wool coat and a pocket with a folded up address inside.
wishing i could do that with you one day.

sometimes it gets quiet enough to hear the emptiness of my bed without you.
i had a dream the other night that you and i were on a train. we were on this train and you were holding my hand.
thats the whole dream, you were holding my hand,
and i felt you holding my hand.
i woke up and i couldn't believe it wasn't real.

i've forgotten almost everything about you already, except that
your skin was soft, like the belly of a peach, and
how you would laugh,
making fun of me for the way i pronounced words,
or just your big brown eyes.
yes. your eyes.
 Aug 2013 CA
Chris
Some nights these thoughts
are all I have.
Some nights they are thoughts
I hope you have yourself.
Like early mornings with oversized sweaters
and coffee a bit too warm,
with a slight fog
and gentle rain outside.
Like mid evening spent on a soft grassy hill
with a calming breeze
and wispy clouds.
Like battling 4 am as it tries
to sink our drooping eyelids,
holding on only by
anchoring our eyes to one another.
Some nights they are words.
Some nights they are what keeps me company
when I drift into six hours
of softened slumber.
Some nights they are hopes.
Other nights they are needs.
Every night they are about you.
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