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 Jun 2015
Cave Man
I remember the last day,
The last day I looked you
In the eyes

I remember the last day
You smiled and laughed at
What I said

I remember the last day
I heard the sound of your voice and the touch
Of your skin against mine

Oh how the last day of my happiness ended,
It haunts me
Every night
Every day

I feel lost
Without your love

6-25-15
 Jun 2015
IcySky
I'm not crying because of you:
YOU'RE NOT WORTH IT.
I'm crying because my delusion
of who you were,
was shattered by the truth
of who you are.
 Jun 2015
Maddie
Couldn't you spare a glance?
Couldn't you spare a smile?
Couldn't you spare a hey?
Couldn't you spare an indicator that you acknowledge my existence?
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 Jun 2015
Maddie
You open your mouth
And sputter your poison
Dissolving into others' ears
Climbing it's way up
Up into their brains
Just like a tumor
I hear the rumors
That resurface too often
And explain the truth
Denial, they tell me,
Just proves it's true
What do they know?
My mind is mine
My thoughts are mine
And I like to
Keep them that way
But you reach in
And grab the truth
Then spin it with
Your snake tongue into
Your weaponous poisonous acid
Contaminating other peoples minds
You're supposed to be
A friend of mine
Until you join in
Why won't you stand
Stand up for me
Set it all straight
Because I can't deny
Or it's considered true
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 Jun 2015
Ariel Baptista
Have you known the winter days?
Late February falls like frigid snow
Merciless undertow
Of evergreen and alpenglow
And grey ground pavement walking
Like Grocery shopping
and weak chai tea
Moonlengths from all family
And surrounded like strawbury temptation,
Late night lamp light contemplation
And drowsy-dampened mornings
Grey glaze of diluted boring
Spattered over every orifice
Charcoal eyes, platonic kiss.
Pull your bow to shoot and miss
Tell me all this is is what it is
And I will tell you, “okay”
(but you know this isn’t what I wanted)

Hide the roadsigns
Blur the guidelines
This is how I love you

Have you known the winter days?
Late February fell like fire on hell
And shook me from my sleep
Ashes cover snow-banked heaps of rubble
I slice my wrist on the sharpened stubble
Of your half-assed beard
(this is how I bleed my dear)
This is how I bear my soul
******* smile
And dominoes
Carnation cults
And buried bones
(This is how I build your throne)

Hide the gravestones
Burn the rainbows
This is how I love you.

And have you known the winter days?
Late February fallen like Lucifer to the underworld
We both knew I wasn’t altogether that typeof girl
But we pretended anyways
Alcoholic halo haze
And foreign intervention
Of somewhat insidious intention
And the legitimate logistical question
That defined our discourse on fear
(this is how I think my dear)
This is how I speak my mind
All that grey
Those missing roadsigns
Smoke and soot and
Blurry guidelines
And Gravestones gone
And rainbows ash
(and we are never coming back)

This.
This is how I love you.
 May 2015
moon-kissedstar
My heart was buried beneath the depth of your words.
Though it left a scar, and still hurts.
Caged by the pain, I did nothing to earn.
Now, can love still be learned?
 May 2015
KAT COLE
It's this lump in my throat that seizes to be swallowed.
The missing thoughts in my mind that keep me from reality.
There are burns on my wrist from the ropes that bind them.
My mouth is shut tight from the tape that conceals it.

It's the screaming in my head and the ringing in my ears.
The shake in my hands and the ache in my feet.
There is a burning in my muscles from the tension in my body.
My deserted frame is collapsing.

It's the filth in my bones that wont wash away.
The haunt of 2:00 am that relentlessly feeds this exhaustion.
 May 2015
Nicole Dawn
When you love someone,
You each hold bits of eachother.

When you leave someone,
You lose some of those pieces.

When two broken people fall in love,
They share bits and pieces
To fix eachother.

Here,
You're missing some heart,
Let's share this piece

When two broken people
Fall out of love
You lose way more
Than you lost
The first time

So never love me.
I'm in so many pieces,
Infinity doesn't describe it

But my heart,
Or what's left of it,
Is big

And I will give you whatever I have
To fix you
Which means,
It will hurt that much more,
When you leave
No idea where this came from.... Especially the end
 May 2015
Eve
I basket-ed my wounds
With the sole purpose of still being your friend
But all it did was made me feel swooned
Only hoping that this torture would end
As every second passes by; seeing you with her
My heart aches with profound jealousy
Why can't I stop loving further?
For this pain takes me day by day breathlessly...
Every image of you etches in my mind; sealed
I imagine your words to her being sweeter than wine...
I just wish that the devil was real
So i could purchase your love with mine

-fir.m
Again, x'D nothing personal .-.
You look into her pretty blue eyes
And you lose yourself
You get caught up in her weird personality
And she forgets that she is supposed to be the shy girl
Because around you she is out of control in the best way
Your like her drug
A happy pill so to say
You make her feel alive
 May 2015
Pete Badertscher
Heart attack man lies, fallen
Splayed out like the Vitruvian da Vinci .
The sidewalk his bed of lilies,
while a woman cries over him.
Another man, in a wife beater, kneels down
and starts compressions.
His face turning blue, the same color blue
as his neck tattoos.
The tattoos disappearing-- causing traffic to stop.
One cop car stops, blocking the intersection.
Lights in eye aching flashes
alert others to the danger.
They flash, "don't look here death is prowling"
in an Aldis lamp language only the subconscious reads.
The man in the wife beater beats compressions on the mans chest
while a Nurse pulls over and another cop shows up with a defibrillator.
His blue face looks like mine, I see the resemblance as I drive past the scene.
He's nearly my age and I figure there is enough help.  
Just drive on past like its another day.
I try not to tell myself, as I pass the blue faced ghost with the neck tattoos
just standing in shock,
"Whatever you do, do not make eye contact."
This was a true event.  I wish I knew if the man lived. ...I hope so.
 May 2015
moon-kissedstar
Who/what comes in your mind first thing in the morning?*

Obviously, it's not me.
Based on real experiences. Ha-ha.
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