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(My Love,)
If you could see yourself when I touch your face
You'd be familiar with the echo
The expressions come when you close your eyes
Your need to be loved
                      Your need to be accepted
Your craving needs for my affection
You're beautiful
               You're vulnerable
                             You're the blushing of your cheeks
                                        Desiring me to love you
                Kissing the redness of your lips
The heat of your hands
          Telling me you are mine
                    And mine alone to touch
    We are one in the darkness of where we stand
      Time sits still when I see your waking eyes
              Glittering as gorgeous as they are
     Oh the lightness of a smile staring back at me
Obliterated sadness  Now it's gone without a trace
              In these moments you are all I see
                                                             ­      (Your Love.)
Copyright © 2014, Barraza, J.
 Jan 2014 Camila
dxstructed
insanity
 Jan 2014 Camila
dxstructed
insanity is using the comfort of a pillow for suffocation
 Jan 2014 Camila
Caitie
I know for a fact
that if we aren't in it for the love
we're in it for the lust
and I know that when we're together
we can either be love
or we can define lust.
im in absolute awe
I don't know what to do
when you seem not to care
I need someone with more soul
and more feeling.
you've stripped me of comfort
and made me numb to others.
I have been stuck on your love
and you've stuck in my mind.
2 years later we're inseparable
and I have found no other soul
capable of making mine whole.
so I've found myself stuck here
not knowing what to do
and waiting for you to make up your mind
on whether or not you're done confusing mine
but it's sad i'll still be here
until you know.
because I love you
As I stood here thinking
I realized the things I couldn't be
Taken by society's view
I'm stuck wondering
Who to believe?
Am I going to be happy
Am I pretty?
I can't fight the things that run through my mind
I'm alone and in love with the thought of being here
and why is that kind of love more important than loving myself
because I'm alone
and freeing myself is the key to being myself.
BEING MYSELF.
Who am I being, who am I becoming.
I fall with many and rise alone.
ALONE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY EVERYONE IS GONE
This love shouldn't be stuck
and ended because of the hatred
I see trying to stop myself from becoming the enemy.
I don't know how to breathe.
I cant see.
I cant feel
I cant hear. I cant be.
I'm still figuring out how life is suppose to work
but my scars have become the thing
I dread THE MOST.
They become a sign.
A sign of hurt.
Pain.
Disgust.
Truth.

They are my truth.
The writhing pain I felt as I realized he was untrue.
The pain I felt when I realize I'm alone
stuck in the middle of society.
BE YOURSELF.
You are perfect alone.  
No one is perfect alone
because we are judged alone.
That girl reading her book.
She has a smile that could light up a dark night.
You'll never see.
Society makes us believe we are who
THEY say we need to be
but when will the time come
that I can just be me.
Be Free.
 Dec 2013 Camila
Alex Something
Cocky yet humble,
Yelling at a mumble.
just another contradiction,
Self destructive predilection.
Smart enough to know better,
Yet too dumb to care whether,
I'm dead inside and rotting out,
Or simply just living with doubt.

So the story goes,
Only heaven knows
Why I do the things I do.
I just wish I knew.

Tall, small build,
Not strong willed.
yet willing to finish the mission.
Watch my plans reach their fruition.
Stuff four friends in a white panel van,
Keep them on the road as long as I can.
So we can fit our piece in the puzzle plan.
Cause I'm nothing, simply nothing without any fans.

So my hair, it grows,
And the wind it blows,
Hopefully in the right direction.
To the next intersection.

Evil, yet good,
And Misunderstood.
Idle hands, busy mind
Produce horrific crimes.
Play with emotions to sway
People's affections swing my way.
Yet never carry out the ***** deed at hand.
I'll call it a conscience, say never again, but I'm just a man.

My eyes wander,
Will's getting stronger.
But it's just too hard not to see
Or adequately appreciate beauty.

Calm and enthusiastic,
Dull but charismatic,
Maybe a dash of eccentricity.
Throw in Some single minded duplicity,
Add in a heaping helping of guilt to top it off.
Let cool for twenty years and let the odor waft,
Then you get a blue eyed, brown haired ****** bag.
Who wants nothing more than his childhood back.

So much for growing up.
So much for no regrets.
I wouldn't mind staying young,
But time just won't relent.
 Dec 2013 Camila
rafsan
To miss you
 Dec 2013 Camila
rafsan
To miss you,
It is not a choice or an option.

It is a fate that was dictated on me,
For you my love.

My affection for you is intense,
And strengthen by our love bonds.

Connected through your heavenly heart,
That trembles me all the way up to bottom.
 Dec 2013 Camila
Andrew Johnson
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Maturity is weird
And so are you*
- Jake Bodner
 Dec 2013 Camila
Andrew Johnson
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Maturity is weird
And so are you*
- Jake Bodner
 Dec 2013 Camila
berry
i am every unfinished poem that sits in piles of crumpled paper by your waste bin and every crowded thought in the cranial space above your neck. i am every word that begs to be free from the tip of your tongue but remains just out of your memory's reach. i am comprised of the colors of sunrise but am more the mood of a sunset. i am the familiar  fingerprints on your favorite coffee mug. i am a wicker rocking chair on somebody's grandmother's porch. i am bite marks on your pencil and the crick in your neck. i am the vacant blurry buzz of an old television set. i am all of the places i have never been. i am lovers' names carved into summertime tree bark, promising "forever" - only to fall short of that promise by the time the leaves change. i am here. i am not where i belong.

you are the gravity that keeps my feet on earth. you are the atmosphere i breathe. you are the rain that feeds my soul & makes flowers grow. you are my revival and my revolution and the courage i kept hidden inside of closed fists for so long i formed crescent moons in my palms. you are an unstoppable fire that is burning me alive in the best way. you are the only rooftop i have ever visited that i haven't felt the urge to jump off of. you are the gentle hum and rumble of the washing machine i used to nap beside when i was a little girl. you are the creaky wooden swing in my backyard where i sat for countless hours and smoked and cried and pondered. you are all my favorite odds & ends bound together by my wildest dreams. you are sometimes so beyond my understanding, that i wonder when i'm going to wake up; and if i ever did find out that you were just a dream, i would bang on heaven's gates and plead with god to let me sleep. you are there. i am here, you are there.

one of us needs to move.

- m.f.
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