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 Mar 2012
Ben
self-righteous souls
saved from the
everyday run
of the world
skulking throughout
the shadows
cast by the
most holy
fallacy
grasping at
the lost the
unknowing and
the ******
who don't accept
their beliefs as
irrefutable excuses
to be pretentious  
oh how far you will fall when brought                                               low from your exalted pedestal
down on your knees, covered                                                   in the wretched filth of the masses
that you had gazed down upon                                                       in all you hypocritical glory
everyone looks the same when                                                      your eyes have been gouged out
you bleed the same as everyone                                                  when your too-godly heart is removed
you liar, you snake,
you backstabbing ****,
hidden behind
accepting smiles
go forth and
be righteous!
go forth and
beat down the weak!
go forth and fill
the world with
your treacherous,
blasphemous rage!
pray for the
strength to fell
the wicked
non-believers
pray to keep
a closed mind
and to be
unwavering
in your silent
hate, mistrust, and
suspicion of all those
different from you
pray to keep your teeth sharp
to devour those deemed less holy than thou
and go to a fitful, dreamless sleep at night
confident in the knowledge that you are *saved
so i wrote this at church today, sitting there and looking around at all the *holy* people and feeling utterly disillusioned with all the backstabbing and false smiles, all the self-righteous feelings of superiority, and i remembered why i stopped going
 Mar 2012
Ben
a trip through the river of time
swimming against the inexorable current
impossible except in the realm of memories
transcending the physical boundaries
that keep us anchored to this world
i am free when i can float above you
but i will never be able to change
those decisions that were made, the choices
that could have been, or were never there
i can only look on with regret at those days
that i failed to live, on those days wasted
i will never be 16 again, i will never kiss you
i will never go to that concert, i will never see
as clearly as i do now what i took for granted...
...memories - a fond reminder of the past
...memories - a shard of glass in my heart
...memories - will you ever let me sleep?
 Feb 2012
Krissy Schiller
"When you blew


When you blew out the smoke,
                                                      You were something beyond you

You were
                       so much more
Than you are,


a being, beyond yourself. Another life. You see

                                                                               This moment in my life
I wish I could share more moments with you
This one moment, just speaking in your ear.                        

                                                                       Just like this

Because when you blew out the smoke,



when you blew out the smoke, you were a queen."
 Feb 2012
Jethro Nhero Cuizon
I hugged you
I kissed you
I slept with you
but still we're just friends
and nothing more
no commitment
no love
nothing
but what if we start something
something different
something more than we could imagine
if there's just love
if it just exist between the two of us

but I think
it already been realized
the love I have for you
but I could do nothing
'cause we're just friends
 Feb 2012
Melissa Vance
“Lose one friend. Lose all friends. Lose yourself.”
Three simple sentences said by a favorite TV persona that ring truer and truer by the day
I used to think them hogwash, certainly not right
But now I see the truth in the words and because of that I feel fright

Lose one friend
This is because of some simple riff or fight
You didn’t think anything of it
You think that everything would be alright
Little did you know that this one thing would change it all
It would change how you viewed the world;
How you saw through your crystal ball

Lose all friends
Simply because all friends take sides
They may claim they want to be Switzerland
But they can’t just run and hide
This causes a division—
A civil war among you all
Those people you used to hold dearest
Now seem like strangers behind a wall

Lose yourself
Because they have become a part of you in their own way
It happens every time someone touches your life
Whether long term or just for a day
You molded them into your life
And made them your comfort zone
You never would have expected
That one day they would be gone
It’s sad that they took part of you with them
And this makes you feel so wrong

I guess it comes with the territory
Of making and losing friends
You always hope for the best
But you really don’t know until the end
The quote from the beginning is from the TV show "Boy Meets World." It is said by the character of Eric Matthews. It's really stuck to me lately and I just had to write this to get it out.

The ending is really rough and I know that. Feedback and commentary would be greatly appreciated. Thank you a lot! Have a great day :)
 Feb 2012
TinaMarie
Voluntary abandonment of self
The offering
Surrendered,  Often suffered
Daily suppression
Repressed depressions
The stimulating surge for another's light
The refuge and the motivator
Demonstratively strong, innate or acquired
Inner beauty enhanced through struggle
Outer beauty revealed
in the journey of each line and curve
Made better with time

Reemerging

Stepping into confidence
Unapologetic
Wisdom gained, lessons learned
Archived in her cerebrum repository
Self discovery, discernibly aware
With nothing to lose
Bashfulness dismissed
Enlivening pleasures
Guiding and coaxing another to please
Self satisfying if need
An awakened spirit rebounds
An eager voice is found

A woman

Over 40

Blazing anew.


© Tina Thompson
 Feb 2012
Shukorina
The fabric soft against my skin.
I slip into it,
ravishing the feeling of this moment.
Wondering how many more tomorrows will feel this way.
Until I realize its soiled,
these disgusting stains that have made me collateral damage.
Its so grimy!
So foul!
How revolting!
How I hate my self for hating you...
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                           Its like I can't escape him.
His stench of betrayal follows me  every where!
I can’t clean it off!
The pride that once held this ivory shade,
is now smeared and torn with images of you.
                                                            ­                                                                 ­              Fine then, be with her.
Pearl buttons and lace ties hang by mere threads
where beautiful memories once stitched them together.
You've left me tarnished and tainted.
                                                        ­                                                              Wh­at did i see in you.
It’s like the world can see this new shade.
A stench that seeps from the stains!
Creating this barricade from who I want to be!
Who I want to show to him.
I hide my now homely love,
stuck in box,
beneath my bed,
unable to rid my self of your Pandora's box,
in ambition to make sure,
no one will ever see this ***** laundry.
Think of the side italics as thoughts...
Also,
it's not about what you might think it's about.
;)
 Jan 2012
Brycical
Some are almost shattered.

They’re pieces,       scratching         tearing  grinding 

     wearing 
down.
You can tell something       isn't
       right.


Like a ceramic         vase         dragged      across                 gravel. 


Their moods are brief flashes 
of—           mommy's hugs

and strangers—kicking the **** 
      out  of     their bowels. 


They aren't even w  h  o  l   e,

merely p i e c e s         of ceramic and clay.

Some are smooth, held in a gentle hand.


But others are jagged reminders of being hurled into a wall.

I often wonder if it's my responsibility to mend these pieces,
or just let them be
as I've grown to admire the individuality
of these shattered personalities.
 Jan 2012
F White
Eat your
words-
when no one
is around to
witness.
devour them
whole.
swallow your
soliloquy.
digest your
righteousness.
descend from
the lofty steed
and See
Spot Run.
copyright FHW 2012
 Jan 2012
Shukorina
The songbird out side the window,
trickling out notes of music.
Sang that confidence was her falsehood.
Though she flew above the others
looking down from the illuminating sky.
Her head cocked as if confused,
as she lets out another song.
She finds speech with out words.

As it poured into the ears of those down below,
sounds bounced off broken hearts and friendships.
Hidden arrogance began to echo,
collecting a harmony of tensions.
The songbird wanted all to hear her,
her flight never ending.
No matter what pleading passed,
the songbird’s melody played on.

Out of breath the lengthy flight left the bird to be.
Her  voice has cracked like the birch
leaving her shattered, and detached.
Tired as she maybe,
when shes flying shes at peace.
Does the bird not know she caused her isolation?
Do sing song bird,
Are these false hoods as well?
 Jan 2012
Mimi
Lying on top of you breathlessly panting
(2am, nonexistent sleep schedule)
I almost said “I love you” which turned into
“I love...how you make me feel” you knew it
and I knew it. I almost ******* up.

When we wake up
(11:27, barely made it to morning)
you get in the shower and I stay in bed.
The morning feeling never lasts long, soon
you’re on the phone making plans you can’t tell me about;

illegal. Many thousands of dollars.
“Don’t tell anyone baby. Shouldn’ta asked questions”
But who would I tell?
You’re my favorite person here.

Long day, back in bed. I made you a fake pie
(12am, pudding and peanut butter in the fridge)
after you took me to see the puppies
(I didn't even have to ask twice to go).
Curled up around you I kiss your tattoos,
the picture you drew, inked into your skin,
of the woman you’ll marry
(you’ll have her colored when you meet the girl)
and you whisper you might get a few more curls added
a little more brown in her hair
but her eyes and her nose,
already match mine.

You started snoring
I turned on my side and had a panic attack.
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