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 Jan 2015
Syzygy
I long for those days
When we had something to treasure
Outside the sheets.

When we were in love
When "we are in love",
Were we actually?
Are we now?

Because
Even those kisses
And nights full of *******
Feel unrequited.

I ache
For your love
Not your lust,
which is all I've been seeing.
I was inspired by the song "Temporary Bliss" by The Cab.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
So apparently I'm a troll.
Funny, most joke I look elvish.
I think 5'6 is too tall to be a troll,
I could be mistaken though,
Afterall I've never had the displeasure
of meeting one in person.

So apparently I'm a troll, not sure why.
I think it has to do with some stuck up guy.
Can't we all just get along?
I just want to write and not be accused
of things that I'm not.
I think I'm done here, hope it's not too long.
I end with a sigh,
because I'm tired of this already.
You heard of Love Craft?
No? Well,
1) they're spamming, 2) they're attacking non trolls and 3) they are starting to come up with ******* reasons (like having 'too many' followers) to call people trolls.
I'm just sick of them. It's fine to make posts venting/warning about trolls, but I think they're taking it too far.
No, I don't support the real trolls either, I've had my share of complications with Carvo and Dov.

Do you guys think I'm a troll?

**Alright, now he's attacking Ember Evanescent because she defended me. He's officially ****** me off beyond belief now. What the **** man? She's wonderful, don't take your **** with me out on other people!! Yeah, people, BECAUSE WE'RE PEOPLE NOT TROLLS!!!! LEAVE EMBER THE **** ALONE!! I feel sick.

****He appears to have found some reason. Thank you, LoveCraft, sorry you feel offended by me. I'm glad you appear to be leaving the non-trolls alone now.
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 Jan 2015
Ember Evanescent
I'm sorry, I know this sounds weak, but I don't think it makes me less as a person to swallow my pride and admit that Lovecraft hurt my feelings with his poem where he attacks beautiful poets on this site such as WickedHope who is magnificent in every way. He added me to the list as well. It won't pretend it didn't upset me... I mean he called me a troll. But I've heard so much worse. What really hurt was how he insulted WickedHope who is an inspiration as a poet and a person to me. Please no one like that poem it only encourages bullying like that. I can't see the poem anymore because he blocked me but please, in the name of kindness, don't Like his poem. I just really don't want something like that to trend.
It was just completely uncalled for meanness... I don't understand why he said that about me or those poets I care about...
 Jan 2015
Michael Humbert
You wield emotional harm like a knife,
Throats slit, bleeding ruby despair
You withdraw affection like a trained killer
Stopping pulses with nary a care
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Maybe I'm a little twisted and dark,
But I thought you liked it that way.
So I play with scissors and knives and darts...
Is the blood on the wall too much for you?
Is the blood on the wall too much for you?
I draw graphic stabbings and maimings,
You never said you liked your girls sweet.
Why did you ask for fresh strawberries?
I've always been more of a rotten lemon.
How was I to know you wanted a nice girl,
When you always loved to call me a ***** girl?
I thought I was your dark girl, dark angel.
You used to love the way I wanted to bite,
Bite you until I made you bled warm and red.
Now when I write you notes about butchering,
You abandon ship off the starboard side.
I wanted us to drown together darling,
But I suppose I can drown you alone...
No idea what this is exactly, it was a half finished piece I just found and completed.
Inspired by a ******.
 Jan 2015
Steele
There's a catch in my breath like
the catch in your step from
the wound. "Where'd you get it?" I
asked you when I was five.

There's a hole in my chest like
the hole in your leg from
the wound. "It was a gift." I
didn't understand when you said it. I was five.

There's cold marble planted in the grass like
the countertops you bought from
Ikea. "Not really what it says on the box, is it?" you said. I
understand now. I was five,
but now at twenty I understand
the wound. And the box. And the gift.
The one I didn't appreciate nearly enough when I was five.

"Ain't it the way!" Your catchphrase, engraved. Delivered with a grin.
It would read so much better coming from your lips.
Those lips, on that contented smile, on that face,
in that box, now cold like that granite it's closed now within.
I miss you, Pop.
 Jan 2015
Santiago
I'm not worthy
Not even a penny
I could die anyday
No one cares anyway
I'm just dust metal that rust
Slowly dying so why keep trying
I gave it all I got faught hit the spot
Only to rot when I was shot
I ******* hate myself
I wish I never met you
I rather feel nothing
Than something at all
 Jan 2015
Steele
She walked away, and I shouted back, "I'm not asking for forever!"
She stops. She turns in the aisle and sadly smiles.
"That's why I'm leaving." My own smile drops.
And that's the end of that endeavour. Because time never really stops.
Forever is all some people want, and they won't settle for just a while.
Even if a while is all that I've got.
 Jan 2015
Liz And Lilacs
I hate you, ******.
I hate you. I hate you.
You've ruined everything.
I hope you die.
Fat *******.
Freak.
Nobody will love you.
And it doesn't matter if you want people to care,
You'll only ever be used.
No wonder they do what they do.
Open your eyes,
you've spent your whole life dreaming.
Open your **** eyes and realize this isn't some ******* fairy tale.
Nobody is going to save you.
Not from him,
Not from them,
Not from yourself.
You aren't lucky enough for that.
Stop dreaming and pick yourself off the ground,
You can't sleep forever
and dreaming won't help you forget.
Don't.
 Jan 2015
Tuesday Pixie
Oh, it's what you do to me

A thousand rain drops
As this cloud burst
The dam is cracking
Splitting
Lacing up; their own little maze
Jagged and raw

And what colour am I stained?

There is no scar
- You didn't give me any time to heal
Scratch and scratch and scratch
Coagulate blood - no don't!
Gouge it out once more.
Gouge *at me.

Never to form a scar.

Was I ever enough?
Were we ever enough?
I mean, reason enough?
But you don't see the blood
And we've learnt to hide the tears.
Maybe back in the realms of somewhere
Ignored shadows whisper guilt
Whisper truth

You're drunk.
How can you stand the silence?
Isn't that when they scream?
You're drunk
And I'm sick of living this same nightmare.
 Jan 2015
heather leather
we would throw pennies in the fountain
but never make any wishes and
our last goodbye felt like the sinking feeling i'd imagine the pennies felt          
when we threw them because it was so useless
you told me that you loved me even though
you and i both knew
it was a lie
I always knew it was
your love it was like a drug that was bound to break; a rubber band
that had been stretched and used far too many times
yet it was that same rubber band that I had around my wrist
and I never took it off because
even with all the lies and the excuses
all the drunken nights and
worthless apologies;
i loved you

in the songs that you would write the day after we had a fight
you would compare me to bottle caps;
the ones that you would so easily pop
but when you would write your songs you would compare me to
the bottle caps that reminded you of innocence
of your childhood
you told me that I reminded you of the bottle caps you collected
from the farmers market across the street
the same farmers market where we stained our teeth with stolen cherries
you compared me to the bottle caps that brought you happiness

i wish i could say the same

*i threw a penny today into the fountain
and made a wish;
to forget the sight of your smile when
it was stained with cherries
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
i have problems
the voices are back
someone help me
- - -
if i just keep laughing
maybe i'll die of hysteria
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i wonder if what i am
even counts as living
Oh, **** me.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Why do they distract me so?
One object makes me stare.
I'd decided to walk away from that ridiculous fantasy...
But that dream? What was that?
I'm not sure what way it swayed me last night,
But today, that change,
I just couldn't look away...
This was a terrible poem, sorry.
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Prepare yourself for a long note-rant, because I haven't done one in a while:

So there's this guy, I write about him a lot, and I am very much so attracted to him, not in love with him but highly attracted to him. But after doing a lot of thinking -- I mean a LOT of thinking -- I decided that I should leave it alone mostly, because it wasn't going to go anywhere and I wasn't sure I really wanted it to. Then last night I had this really bizarre dream about him, it was part memory combined with other memory infused with desire. And... I was excited about an... opportunity with him that presented itself during this dream, but the situation instead sent me into a panic attack and then I woke up terrified and confused, more so than ever. I never dream anymore so that was really weird.

Then today he wore his glasses and he hasn't worn them in a while, and  I sort of have this thing about eyeglasses and when I snuck into this class he has with some other friends of mine, I couldn't stop staring, so yeah.

~And thus concludes the long note-rant.
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