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 Oct 2015
Monica Lara
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I like having an organized room and arrive 15 minutes early to everything because it's the only thing I can control in my life?  I can't control falling in love.  I can't control you when you leave.  I can't control the malignant thoughts that spur up once I'm alone.  I can't control myself when I text you asking if you miss me even a little bit and I can't control crying myself to sleep when you don't text back.  I can't control these things and it scares me so I take it out on everything else.
 Oct 2015
Kathryn Paige
Months later,
and still I sit in the shower
for hours at a time,
hoping to one day
wash away the handprints
that didn't belong
on my body
in the first place.

-k.w//cleanse
 Oct 2015
Tear Drop
happy yesterday
indifferent today
sad tomorrow
depressed always
i can be better without you.
 Oct 2015
ConnectHook
prison walls enclose sky
darkness sparks pyre
definite
articles get cut out

where rivers empty
into bitter oceans

where mix
morbid metaphors
of narcissism

to test my dead flesh
in vacated premises
condemned to destruction

blade as absent tenant

insert line about cutting here
then murmur teenage angst
over lost boyfriend
lifes meaninglessness etc

add some more weird
unpunctuated lines

oozing like a mediocre
razor ****

no caps even

then arbitrarily bold something
as if you knew what the hell
you were blathering on about

holy band-aid batman

my poetry *****
(does yours ? )
now hit "like" -
you emo-depressive herd animals !

☺☠☺☠☺☠☺
 Oct 2015
luci
Sophomore year.
Spring break.
Crying.
Why can’t I stop?
Just stop it, ******* it!
You’re being pathetic.

Ding Ding
It’s a text.
“Hey! You free tonight?”
I didn’t think he’d text me.
I can’t.
It’d be wrong.
“Totally. What’d you have in mind?”
Oh no.
What’d I just do?
“I could pick you up around 10 and maybe just chill?”
10?
Pm?
Why so late?
“Yeah. Can’t wait!”

Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick

9pm:
What do I wear?
What do I wear?

9:45pm:
Put on eyeliner.
Put on mascara.
Put on lipstick.

10pm:
Okay.

10:05pm:
Where is he?

10:10pm:
Just wait.

10:15pm:
Should be here anytime now.

10:20pm:
Just a couple more minutes.

10:25pm:
Give him some more time.
I can’t expect him to be here right away.

10:30pm:
Is he coming?

10:35pm:
Did he forget?

10:45pm:
It was a joke.
Funny.

10:50pm:
Ding Ding
It’s a text.
“Hey, I’m here.”
Open my window.
Crawl out.
Ouch!
A nail  was sticking out.
Blood.
Blood is dripping down my leg.
It's okay.
He's here.
He's here.

What am I doing?
"Hey, you look nice."
He thinks I look nice.
"Thanks."
We drive.
And drive.
And drive.
Where are we?
It’s dark.
So dark.
I hear crickets.
And his breathing.
His breathing.
His breathing.
His breathing.

What is this?
A shed.
Abandoned.
“Sit down.”
Where do I sit?
It’s so dark.
I can’t see.
Where are we?
Where am I?
Where am I?

His hand is on my thigh.
What’s he doing?
“You’re so beautiful.”
He can’t see me.
I can’t see him.
It’s so dark.
“Thanks.”
His hand is higher now.
I should’ve worn pants.
He’s taking off my underwear
My package bought *******.
What’s he doing?
What’s he doing?
What’s he doing!
Do I like it?
Is he happy?
I want him to be happy.
Just let him do it.

His breathing.
His breathing.
My breathing.

It’s gone.
My underwear.

Oh my god.
Just sit here.
It’s okay.
He’s here.
He’s not going to hurt me.
He can’t.
He won’t.
It’s okay.

He’s unzipping.
What’s he unzipping?
I can’t see.
His hands on my *******.
I don’t know what to feel.
What do I feel?
What should I feel?
What does he feel?

His hands on my bare legs.
I flinch.
“It’s okay.”
It’s okay.

It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Stop please.
Please stop.
I can’t take it.
I can’t take it.
Stop.
I want to be happy.
I just want to be happy.
I want him to be happy.
Just be happy.
Be happy.
Happy.
Is he happy?

Tick
Tick
Tick
*Tick
 Sep 2015
Grace Turner
.
either you are creating problems where there are none,
or you are withholding the ways in which i can repair this.
i know you are hurting and you know you're being unreasonable,
but the difference is that i am trying to change these things
while you're holding onto them.
 Sep 2015
Dan
I hurt her once
and I'll never do it again.

I am not an addict with pills or coke.
I am not a failure or an addict to gambling.
I am an addict on a worse thing; a person.

She's a piece of art
every cat fur on those black pants
resembles one boy who wanted her
every scar on her wrist
is one boy who hurt her.
though;
I don't know where my spot is
it could be a scar on her wrist
or a piece of glass
stuck in her heel.
It could be the star in the sky
that she stares at
through her window
on a lonely night
hoping that one day
her wish finally comes true.

I could be the cold breeze
seeping through the open window
making her wish, another boy
was there to share is warmth.

So I'll cry myself to sleep
and hope tomorrow that I change.
Overthinking does that.

I don't want to be a scar
I don't want to be a piece of glass.
I don't want to hurt her
ever again.
I made that mistake once.

Now all I want, is to be...
The ring on her finger.
The reason behind her smile
the breeze on a hot summer day
and she's more than happy to have me
she's grateful.
I want to be the guy
tagging her in cute pictures
saying that's my babygirl.

That was for the readers
this ones for you.


I'll show you this poem
and you'll wonder why I wrote it.
"You know I love you"
and I know it's true.
But nothing says I want you back
like a poem with her name on it.
you might be a princess
But I'm not Mario
and this is the right **** castle.
I'm not leaving
without you be my side.
I love you.

I hurt her once
and I'll never do it again.
 Sep 2015
Disappear here
it's looking into the horror-filled eyes of a four year old girl
holding her shaking hands

as she watches her father, her mother
blown to smithereens

it's the family of five
reduced to three

it's the grandmother of fifteen, who is over filled with love
now that she only has six to share it between

it's the cousins, brothers, aunts
packed into a tiny sail boat

who are we to deny the happiness of those who don't think they'll ever be happy again?

who are we to turn away the freedom of people who believe they will never be freed?
something has to be done, we are all human.
 Sep 2015
Wednesday
When this girl crashed her car
going over 90 mph into a ditch with no seat belt on
and the music blaring she wonders what it looked like.
The story makes people laugh now
and they always ask how it happened but don't wait for the answer, they laugh and think about her body hurtling into bushes
and the car smoking something so foul
no one from the highway stopped to help
even though it was sunny and a Tuesday.
As long as you can make someone laugh.
They all say oh, she didn't mean to.
You didn't mean to
I meant to

2. When this girl gets drunk
and takes her clothes off and kisses everyone in the pool
and then ***** on the kitchen counter
where everyone can see through the glass door,
chains around her like that could hold her back, they laugh.
Ah, classic her.
"Haven't you heard she's crazy?"
One asks while handing his friend a cigarette.
Well yes he ******* has, thank you.
Watch the show

3.
When she leaves her fiancé for the felon twice her age
just cause he ***** better, they stare.
She feels it like little red hot lasers in the small of her back.
She is used to it.
"*****"
they manage to choke out.
Well, she already knew this.
She looks at them with indifference.
"Try something more original", she says.

4.
That man left which really just hurts her pride more than anything. No one leaves her and that's just the way it is, Ya know?
She floats on the souls of those who have loved her.
She sneaks into his house with the spare key
she stole to his apartment just to lie around in his bed.
She makes herself a drink.
She falls down the hallway.
"She didn't mean to", they say.
"Yes I did", she says.

5.
That girl.
She'll **** herself for a dare girl.
She's so crazy girl.
She's a sad girl,
"she wears her scars like a noose" they say.
"What do you know", she says.
They say "she didn't mean to".
I ******* meant to.
I let the darkness inside swallow me whole
and I let my heartbreak ****** me.
I am a fraction of a being but that's just fine with me

6. I ******* meant to
 Sep 2015
Jax levii
10 years of old
Fatty meals chubby thighs
Runway models with well defined bones
Saying no to a burger and chips
After all a moment on lips, a lifetime on hips

12 years old
Balanced meals and pinching thighs
Brainwashed friends with pro Ana
And wanting to hurl
After all boys don't like fat girls

14 years old
Skipping meals and thinner thighs
Five mile run for one cube of cheese
Counting calories not wanting meals
After all nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

16 years old
No meals and gap in thighs
Arms like match sticks, poking out ribs
Size two dress and body so mini
After all this is what society likes right?
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