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 May 2015
amelia ware
your vulnerability is ******
i inject it into my veins
and it quickly overtakes my heart.

your honesty is whiskey
it's sweet and warms me to my core
but burns a little on the way down.

your touch an amphetamine
sending jolts through me
that simultaneously soothe and thrill me.

your attention is like ecstasy
making my chest swell
and my lips curl.

your dreams are LSD
they spiral into my mind
and take me on trips to our future.

i am an addict.  
you gave me a taste of what it feels like to be loved by you
and now i crave it like the drug it is.

but i can't pay your price

and now i am left in withdrawals
alone and unfeeling
a shell of who i was.

addicted to the one who left me to die.
 May 2015
Myriah
Your beauty is thunder
Crashing down on my emotions
Electrifying my body
Making me feel high .
 May 2015
Andreas Sfakianakis
I am repeating with devotion the same mistakes again and again, like a ritual.
As if repeating them would justify them.
 May 2015
Michael Humbert
I'm a ******* mess
Such a ******* success
It's just an excess of unrest
Because nothing's really wrong

I watch the sunset and sip beer
And it's all just a bit queer
How I could really complain
Look upon with disdain
A life that's really not that ******* bad

The **** in your head is what'll do you in
The demons within, all dripping with sin
I just can't make peace, can't find a release
To try and grease this process along
Until I find a place where I belong
 May 2015
Michael Humbert
Destructive beauty
Singed into my retinas
Violent longing
 May 2015
Nick Strong
Sat at the station,
With nowhere to go

Trains
Arrive to depart
And
Bustling commuters
Phones attached
Rush on by
Sat at the station
Nowhere to go
Fear etched in the lines
Of a
Face lost in time
Eyes seeing,
Their spark gone
Empty costa cup
Gripped by a hand
Nails black, skin blistered
Newspaper, a forgotten date
Lies next to
Cracked leather boots
Soaked then scorched
Too many times

Sat at the station
With nowhere to go
Part one of three , little word portraits
 May 2015
Chris
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I saw her out there in the park
A kite she held up high
Running at a faster speed
It wouldn’t seem to fly

She looked a bit frustrated
And tried it one more time
Now tangled up within the string
Just like a ball of twine

Oh my god, how embarrassing
I think he's heading my way
Looking at me puzzled
Not sure just what to say

I must look rather amusing
Tangled up like a little kitty
Plopping down defeated
No breeze in this windy city

Look at her, she is so cute
Sitting there upon the ground
A light blue kite rests in her lap
And on her face a pouty frown

“Why so sad,” my heart it breaks
She looks like she will start to cry
“Come on, stand up and let me help”
“Together we can make it fly”

I took his hand and stood back up
Untangled from the twine
Now ready to give it another whirl
He positioned himself in behind

He placed his arms around me
Took my hands into his own
The wind is picking up again
From our hands the kite now blown

It soared high up into the sky
We held on to the string
So far it traveled in the air
Her smile it did bring

“You see, that wasn’t very hard,
it just takes some finesse”
But holding her is much more fun
Yes that I do confess
A collaboration with my beautiful girlfriend

Her verses in italics
 May 2015
Chris
.

Unbroken
Is this thread
Thin but very strong
Holding through the years
Tied around your heart and mine
Becoming shorter every passing day
Closer and closer we are pulled...no, guided
Eventually bringing us both together
Revealing our waited destiny
Reducing this distance
Until finally we are
Joined as one
Forever
 May 2015
Chris
.

Why does the heart
have to dance in the silence
wishing the music
would somehow not end

Long distance dance floors
of love you are missing
Changing the station
to songs you now send

Still with a worry
that rips at your tap shoes
Laced up and knotted,
reflect on the sole

Harder decisions
now not so melodic
Chasing your dreams
running out of control

There is a place
where you sit now just thinking
a nice quiet corner,
the volume turned down

Feeling the tears
as they drip to the sawdust
pulling away
as you're wearing a frown

Still there's a step
while the last song is playing
Held in his arms
as your world starts to spin

Kiss him good night
knowing all will be perfect
It's meant to be
you'll be dancing again
 Apr 2015
Madeysin
Real men don't break hearts, they break your head board*

Sweet blasphemy
I think it's funny how I **** at writing about love & *** & sweet things
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