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 Sep 2014
McKenna Christine
kiss me hard
don't let me go
put your hands on my hips
and let me put on a show

I'll take you for the night,
become your favorite disaster
make you wonder why you
didn't come after me
just a little bit faster

I'll show you how I work.
let you memorise the movement of my chest.
give you a chance to hear my heartbeat quicken with every aching breath.

Bite my neck
kiss my lips
let me know im driving you crazy.
touch my hips
pin me down
show me that you crave me.
 Sep 2014
princess sword king
black paint slips down a weathered white canvas,
soiling age and dignity: fine lines and discoloration.
but her will wished for the knowledge--
volumes of thick tired dust drenched pages
recorded the deeds from do-good and destruction,
and while she believed the words would cure her,
they rarely did.
 Sep 2014
Hugo Van Meervenne
Our hands joined
Connected palm to palm
Fingers weaving in and out
Like two serpents we exchanged skin
She bit my neck
Her fangs plunging lovingly
Into my soft scales,
Our beating hearts connecting
I felt like one with her
Now I'll never see her again
 Sep 2014
Sophie Herzing
The ***** of my eyelids fall,
delicately dripping onto my cheekbones,
powdered, ripe with a pink flush,
matching the creamy pigment I smooth
between my lips before a cacophony
of laughter runs up my throat and out
my mouth. My lashes, black, have been curled
neatly in a spiral that follows my green irises,
my gaze landing on your hands—
but that’s not it.

Just know, I am more than a pretty face.
I am more than the picture you have in your head
of the clothes peeling off my body
like a cocoon—watch me morph—
in the dead of your blackness, calling sweetness
to the surface. I am more than this exaltation.
I am more than the late night phone calls
or the kisses on your cheek.
I am in the breath you lost when I smiled, and I

am in the scratches on your back, the fickle
end of the lock you latched. I am in the noise
that fuzzes in your head, the empty space
haunting you in your bed. I am more
than what you expected—
but that’s not it.

I am also the beat behind these words, the puddle
that gathers from the spill on the floor. I am the mind
that molds. I am the truth that finds. I am the beginning
of every bitter end. I am more than a pretty face.
I am the exhale at the end of the race. Here I am.
I am the kind of hurt that’s still sore, and one day
I am going to be so much more.
so there.
 Sep 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
As we see the planet earth is embedded
within the solar system
though the other planets are his brother
moon is his lover
and the sun is his father
but his Atlantic still very thirsty,  
not ever be satisfied
even today he seems insufficient light

Yesterday he wanted some water from Venus
but tonight he wishes to borrow light from moon
yet the sun is still emitting his light for his son,
even though the planet does not know
his bro Venus has not a single drop of water
and his dear moon has no light at all
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Sometime we feel we need more though we have all. this thirst never meet our satisfaction though we need or not .............
 Sep 2014
Xander King
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Look at this beautifulness c:
Can I be your Angel
your baby or love
can you take me as I am
or as you want me  to be...

Many words are so deep
leaning west ward I lose my sight
our love can be such sweet delight
a romantic passion so much more
or just friends in towers of ivory clouds....

Can we give distance  to wings of love
and heaven to abide till we see each other
now together we could own the sky...

Can I be your Angel
your baby or love.....


Debbie Brooks 2014
 Sep 2014
Josh Allen
It's funny. Almost a year ago I didn't even see myself living to 18. But now I know I will because it'll be spent with you.

(J.A.)
 Sep 2014
Josh Allen
You sit behind your desk with a fake smile telling the parents you’ll do everything you can to make it stop. But nothing will stop. You’re not going to talk to the bully, you’re not going to tell his parents, you’re not going to tell the school system, and you sure as **** are not going to make sure this problem stops.

Are you idiots too stupid to see the problem here?

I started getting bullied in 3rd or 4th grade and didn’t know what to think of it

That was of course until my brother got shoved into a stall (by persons name I will not mention), in 6th grade and his ear started bleeding

That was of course until I was physically and verbally bullied.

I would get called a ***, *******, idiot, loser, freak, “emo”, a waste of space, *****, etc.

That totally got to me and I believed every single word they said

Then comes physical bullying

I got punched in the face in 7th grade for no reason at all and didn’t know how to stand up for myself

In fact the guy who did it, I still see everyday in the halls

Let’s face it, I was 120 pounds of no muscle at all

I also remember a year or two back this huge football player grabbed me and my brother in the headlock and started calling us ****, and when we called him fat, the other football players said that was cold and mean…

Verbal contact still happens today sometimes
Physical contact? Not so much

But I still get made fun of but I’ve learned one thing.

Ignore it.

They don’t know you. They don't know your life. They don't know anything.

They come to you because they know you don't know how to stand up for yourself

But keep these 3 words in your mind through it all.

You are loved.

You’re not alone. There are many others like you. You will never be alone as long as you have those people standing by your side through everything and anything.

(J.A.)
Something I put together through my experiences of being bullied.
 Sep 2014
r
i still try to remember
to take my boots off
at the door

my feet are wet
from walking in the rain

i leave laetoli footprints
on the pine floor
-like the first man

trying to walk upright
but can't seem to
get it straight

There's a lot of empty space
in a house
so full of quiet

wishing for thunder.

r ~ 9/5/14
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 Sep 2014
Silent Deprecation
Today was one of those days I can't describe. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. It just was.
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