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 Feb 2015
Joshua Haines
The tent fly
flapped
in the
Arizona dream.

I fell out
of the door.
Saying,
"I should be
dead soon."

My bleeding feet
stained the
brown sugar sand.

And God
was everywhere;
in my cuts.
In me.
In us.

And God
was nowhere;
absent-hearted-
blood-kissed-
consciousness.

My hands gripped
at the cheeks
bordering thin lips.
I kissed the
Arizona dream
as if it were
my own.

If it were my own.
If you were my own.
 Feb 2015
Lila Valentine
Guess what day is soon to be
Where smiling people is all I see
Feeling like they belong with someone
While I wait for whoever will come.

Guess the day that shall be upon us
When dates and love will be all they discuss
While I stand awkwardly to the side
Telling myself it was okay, I'd tried.

Guess the day I wish to come
When I stand in front of him, struck dumb
Shocked that my offer to watch Doctor Who
Would have finally appealed to him, out of the blue.

Guess the day I most abhor
It aids in my internal war
As I wait for time to pass
I remind myself he's not the last.
Hahaha Valentine's Day *****....it's bugs me, only good thing is the sale on candy....
Yeah, but early, but who cares
This is about the same person ((partially)) that Scarf and It's A Little Funny is about. Derp.

Tell me what ya'll think.
Any chance of daily poem? no? Okay....
 Feb 2015
mja
.
how much
exactly
is the weight
of living

and why
is mine
so *******
heavy?
 Feb 2015
mja
i fell in love with you
like fire

it was a flame at first
small and barely visible
but the warmth of its glow
replaced the crevices
where the darkness in my heart
resides

then suddenly-
it was wildfire.
it was passionate
and obsessive
the flames were getting out of control
not only the crevices burned
but my heart in its entirety.

i was blinded
by the blaze of the inferno
and the pungent smell of smoke
and when my vision cleared
i was nothing more
than futile ashes
scattering in the grim wind


-m.j.a
 Feb 2015
simon
rip my heart out
go ahead
break my bones now
there's nothing left
i can't feel your pain
just regret
you hurt me before
i won't forget
you wanted me once
remember that
you loved me once
what about that
where did you go
you left
now my heart is shattered
into pieces of regret
 Feb 2015
simon
shattered hands,
          and bleeding glass
                      darkened skin,
                 an unfixable mess

                   useless thoughts,
           your misguided words
                                 breaking mentality
                          until it hurts

        dampened clothes
                               a shattered mind
                    bloodstained red
what once was white,

                                                     no it isn’t
                                   it’s not your fault
                  yes, it hurts,
you’ve been through hell.
 Feb 2015
simon
terrified, lost,
that's what they said to me,
not worth the cost,
that's what they thought of me,
painfully alone,
or so i had thought i’d be,
broken, on my own,
or so it had seemed i’d be,

behind closed doors,
that's where they kept him,
in other words,
tore, broke and bruised him,
or at least,
that is what he told me,
of the beasts,
that maimed, prodded, shattered me,

together stronger,
that’s what we could be,
unbroken longer,
not broken as all hell could be,
finally unalone,
that is how it felt with him,
finally at home,
i know that i love him.
the capitalization is an artistic choice that i have made, capital letters did not suit the poem.
 Feb 2015
Just Melz
It can only be stitched together
          with understanding
   The holes filled
               with trust
        And the missing pieces replaced
                    with love
            
             But a Broken Heart will always
                         remain *broken
 Feb 2015
WickedHope
Am I boiling beneath your skin yet
You waged war
When all I wanted was peace
Let's explode
Paint all over our bodies like canvases
I promised to paint you
And you promised me pianos and voices
Loudly roaring and softly muttering
I'm tired of all these promises to never lie
Never hurt me
You can't guarantee your future
Sure as hell not mine
So now that your skin
Bleeds purple and green
From my brush and needle
Are you ready
To believe me
Don't forget to breathe when I boil you through
For it was all you
You waged war
Artists.
INFJ & ISFP.
It's about **** time, Andrew
 Feb 2015
WickedHope
I have a flower
Blooming
It started blue
But as it grows
It's petals are yellow
Brightly framing
The purple
And pink core

The gardener
He planted it there
On my thigh
And my mother wonders why I don't like to garden with her...
 Feb 2015
WickedHope
HOW DARE YOU YOU *******
WHO ARE YOU TO HAVE FEELINGS

He likes to pull out his heart from time time to time
He looks at it and weeps as it beats silent and the world turns
He kicks me when I'm down leaving calico purple patches
He tries to rip apart the one who brought him here
But for us both he mostly settles for the words
He doesn't care until we wrestle his heart out of him
Then he ******* cries like he's sensitive

GROW THE HELL UP
THE REST OF US HAVE

The Trial Run is trying to separate herself from the intoxications
brought by men but stumbles down the sidewalk home...
I stopped pounding my words into his back because
he doesn't have time to be broken by me anymore...
The Elder creates his faux world because
everyone but me has exiled him out of the real one...
The Proper splits and I watch it happen to him as it happened to me,
still happens, angels and demons we hide inside...
The Child runs after the **** ups seeing rainbows
but devoid of color because he think's that's what age means...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6GIGL0K1UI
I want to talk to Andrew... (Mr Class of 2013, not Rhymes with Purple)
 Feb 2015
Steven Muir
I.
It's weird
to mourn for someone you
never met.

II.
Painful in a new way I'm
not used to feeling
and detached in a way
I wish mourning never was.
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