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 Aug 2018
Meghan
I am not your **** toy
Not a plastic doll
Your fantasies
Don't get to come
True on my account
These aren't your fun bags
My *** is not to smack

My skin longs
For the touch of fingertips
But crawls at the thought
Bristle before, relax
Never knowing
What unwanted touch
Is coming next

Never knew to say no
Never knew wrong was wrong
Until it was all too late

Doctor in the barn
Damaged on the trail
Grabbed my wrist -- was I wrong?
Drank it all away
Faded into blackness
Forcing through the door

Older now
Learning once again
They only want one thing from you;
You're just a last resort
So feign for their attention
Gave as good as got
Dove right down that rabbit hole
Trying to drown it out

And still -- trapped, touched
Touche
But then again, and "No"
That famous word
So infamously hard to hear

Too ashamed to fight back
Give in
Then
Live in
FEAR

Let me say again
Because it bears repeating:
Give in, then
Live in fear
Bare --
Repeating

R-A-P-E
Say it with me now
Such an ugly word
How does it make you feel

Do you feel ashamed
Are you feeling scarred
Do you feel her fear
Or is it not so clear?
Do you feel
Powerful now
Or is it
All her fault

Such an ugly word
So,  say it with me now
R-A-P-E
Found out what it means to me.
 Aug 2018
Nekron
I saw you just taking out the trash, but I didn’t want to seem like a creep, so I let things skip a beat and now I’m thinking of your smile and your face but I’m at windows distance and I figure that you want some space or you’d be hitting me up and right now so I stand between the

Crater filled lakes of ash and ****,
scoured landscapes sickened by flame.
Fire and breath of choking ash distended disarray

Lava lakes and crater making mash
the splintering soul coming through, gashing and weighing in on itself.
it knows little of the chopped trees gutted for domicile.

The fresh roots poke from soil
and I sit and think about how I can dig holes around myself and with that somehow take something away,
like a tree or a treasonous wish.
Pitfalls and kush. Smoking the herb and with wishes of last dishes

Misguided missels firing,
their exhaust coughing plumes,
and strands of future tears,
and beams of heat pierce the sky,
molding oxygen to any form fit.

Distraught I revisit the past.
The crashing pain and aftermath,
the raking claws, the jaws and teeth, seeping from the soil.
Coiled snakes flicking tounges
and young souls.
old and putrid piles of bones,
left alone to shine bright,
and tranluscent as night falls, my mind is old and misguided.

I’ll cry out in distress I’ll never find the proper time to relax
I now know I’m worth nothing
I’m suckin in air taking up gas
I’m stressed but I’ll find
That throwing refuse onto a pile
Of burning rubber. the cooling bubbles

The trying times of today.
Getting out of slumber,
waking up to stay alive,
gritting teeth I hate myself
I am the pain and suffering, and that is why the suffering exists only in myself. without a body such as my own, perhaps suffering could cease.
 Aug 2018
Josh Cooper
Tonight the world mutes silent screams.
I make love to stereo chords for solace to find.
My tears mirror goodbyes of dusk.
Tonight? Love has become a knight of pain.
And all promises and kisses on my lips slain.
Tonight I write and sing and sway to this ode...
Coz  tonight is a lonesome night...
 Aug 2018
JaxSpade
Look into my eyes
                Swinging

Back and forth
        The locket

Back and forth
You're getting sleepy
            Rocking
Back and forth
Your eyes so heavy
               They close

And hypnotized
         They froze
              Ice cold
Without any movement
   Unless they were told

                         Relax
Tilt your head back
My voice is yours

Anything I ask
                     Do

            You're only dreaming
And when I snap my fingers

YOU'LL BE UNDER MY CONTROL

So I could help you maintain it
 Aug 2018
natalie
is that mayonnaise on your lip?
or are you back in business. ;)
 Aug 2018
Bexis
I have this feeling that is fire.
I feel it as it grows wild.
It connects to many things.
As does the power of life.

That power struggle will cease, right?
Fumbling through the world.
Setting everything a blaze.
I want to harness this flame.

I want to use it to light my way.
Light the beacons through my brain.
Let the cobwebs burn.
See through the haze.

The parts of my brain that have been away.
The part of my soul that is wasted away.

I have found the light and will let it lead the way.
The path I have found hasn't lead me astray.
I will find the secret to open the gate.
To the fire inside of me.
 Aug 2018
Lisa
Cherokee,
Black Foot,
Chickasaw,

Native Americans,
They've all walked on this Earth,
Some still walk,

By Spirit,
By Ancestors,
By Relatives,

Everyone of us have something in us
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