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 May 2015
Chris
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I just started melting at the sound of her voice
 May 2015
rogue
It ends with a scream.
A scream that echoes across the entire city.
She doesn’t sink to her knees.
She collapses.
It’s not beautiful.
It’s heartbreaking and raw.
it's an even crueler thing, when the twelve minutes pass and you're no longer the younger twin
 May 2015
Sophie Charlotte
Eyes burning like torches
Searching mine for that eureka moment that screamed I LOVE HER
That moment never came
we were reminded that our childhood daydreams were just that

**Daydreams.
 May 2015
Akaash Patel
Be brave enough
to catch
your dreams.
Even when everybody is
Bringing you down.
Giving up is the easy way out.
But you are tougher.
Jealously is
powerful, it's wrong.
But some people
just want to
see you suffer.
Just keep on smiling and carry on :)

Akaash.Horizon
 May 2015
fdg
i've been wanting to write
but i can only picture slime
or stabbing through the wall
or shadows on my ceiling

i like the way you smile after you make me laugh
(maybe it's all in my head, but i've been trying harder lately
to let myself believe you love me)
 May 2015
Taylor Lynn
Flowers in her hair
Demons in her head
Drugs in her veins
Madness in her mind
Love in her soul
Storm in her heart
I did not write this
 May 2015
La Fonseca
Feeling hollow again
Fading away,
it's such a loss this feeling hollow causes so much grief
let it go
each day
pause ...
he let's me go
 May 2015
Sam Stone Grenier
America--
we’re on the rock.

This tumbling thing,

built from sediments
of time.
He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
                                                      ­  
                                                        He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
                                                        Sh­e lulls him with her poetry...

He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...

                                                     ­            He asks her to dance with him,
                                                            ­   She moves him with her poetry...
                                                  
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, *and gives him her poetry...
Poetry is what makes her.
Draft.
 May 2015
Sam Stone Grenier
My cabin stands in
    a forest of hollow trees.
Growing on hollow guidance.
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