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 Aug 2015
Elli
a bullet would've hurt
a bit less than this loneliness
 Aug 2015
Elise
heavy breathing
moaning
the alcohol in our throats burning,
the fire in our hearts raging
we're just young, dumb, and in love
laying naked among the stars
you whispered i love you
and i knew you didn't mean it because
i could smell the ***** on your breath
and it broke my heart
because i knew that when the stars gave way to the bright morning light
i would be nothing more than another drunk regret
the memory of the time we shared would fade as the sun erased the stars,
the brighter it got the more you forgot
so i took another shot
to help me forget
Written on 8/12/15 after a night of drinking and ***
 Jul 2015
aar505n
I couldn't find peace so I went out into the rain,
To find a way to stop the pain.
Let my brain unravel at the seems.
Flow away with the drops down the stream.
Little boat in the rain.
Float away, float away.
Sailing from me while I stay anchored with empty thoughts.
At peace -  but vacant.
 Jul 2015
Got Guanxi
She couldn't get any closer to the fire if she fried...
 Jul 2015
Got Guanxi
Last days hopeless,
myxomatosis

Ridden like a champion,
Diseased then deceased.

Rest in peace chief and the secrets you keep.

What lies beneath the surface seas is beneath me and beyond comprehension.

Did I forget to mention that I could see in the dark?

Rip your thesis part and take us back to the start.

A sharp dart, stupid, is all it takes Cupid to bring us together in cells and effect the brains nucleus.

But these bad habits won't change our tactics;
slapstick style remains in the temperance of saints and frustrates until we meet again...

Don't lose focus,
myoxmatosis.

The disease spreads like wildfire,
the wildfires spread like disease.

RIP please, just rest in peace.
Radiohead inspired
 Jul 2015
Got Guanxi
Lay my head on a pillow of sentimental dreams.
Clouded vision, misguided moments.
Nostalgic memories, dispensed endorphinemachine.
Grudges held in high regards,
counterparts the spectrum of emotions experienced.

Token gestures of b r o k e n spirts,
r u g g e d features gold lies within it.

Within movements the snowflake melts in foreign temperatures.
History repeats itself,
things will never be the same again.

A beautiful eulogy,
an anthology of my soul.
Let it speak on the page in a delicate manner.
Channel my essence and bottle my compassion.
Make it happen.

Label it love.

Experience my being in your sensory safe house.
Whisper sweet nothings until they sweep me of my feet.
Hone in on my reason with the precision of multicoloured laser beams.
Lie to my in the format of lullabies.
Blow up my heart, let me be your doormat.
Actively break me, erupt and explode.
Eradicate your thoughts, erase what you were told.

Hang me out to dry -
let the crease decieve you.

Let me take over,
but don't let me defeat you.
this is one of those I found from a later night and it shows.

thank you Prince for the title
 Jun 2015
cr
tell me someone will love me
fully clothed
and

tell me someone will love me
with blood on my hands
and

tell me someone will love me
shaking, trembling, convulsing
and

tell me someone will love me
when they're searching for gold and i am rustic bronze
and

tell me someone will love me
with veins ripped apart
and

tell me someone will love me
with a starved stomach and empty eyes
and

tell me someone will love me
when i am dying
and

i'm asking you
//please love me//
 Jun 2015
rosie
when I'm high
off the scents of
October night air
and smokey burnt wood
on your shirt
I'll dress up for you,
all satin
and buttons
and lace.
when I'm drunk
from one too many
Gin & Tonics
with purple-spotted moons
stamped under my eyes
and the apples of my cheeks
stained with paths
of saltwater
I'll dress down for you,
all freckles
and scars
and skin.




Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
inspired by an old love
 May 2015
More than Man
I don't cry - but sometimes
When there are no more battles to be won
Tears fill my eyes.

I don't live outside - but sometimes
I step out from the shade in the sun
And let the light in.

I don't beg - but tomorrow
When the world skips and I lose my place
You'll find me pleading

I don't pray - but today
When I open my eyes and can see your face
I'll count my blessings.
Count my words as though they will soon lose
meaning.

Silence is golden; leaving my words weightless.
If the truth set us free, I would have sacrificed
Less.

Shed the debt, you free the monster.
Chin up, it's good for your posture.

I don't age - but sometimes,
I look in the mirror at the scars that I fear.
My expression fades as my complexion withers.


Smile... Take a picture.
 May 2015
MissMew
How I adore those fleeting moments
Wrapped in lace and tender touches.
Those intimate instances where the heart is flooded by butterfly kisses,
and the body ignited by fire.
I long for love's innocence
By the voice you whisper late at night.
I long for love's passion,
By your lips pressed gently against my own.
I long for love's warm embrace,
By your arms when the world crumbles beneath my feet.
But most of all,
More than anything,
I long for you.
My love.
My kerosene.
I only wished,
You longed for that love too.
 May 2015
Jason Cole
pray
somebody pray for me
why don't you pray
just bow your head and pray for me
done went and lost my direction
i wander 'round aimlessly

got one foot in my coffin
the other's in the grave
get so sick of livin'
'cause i'm tired most everyday
please pray
somebody bow their head for me
i'm lonely as a prisoner
my heart is shade 'neath the tree

pray
somebody pray for me
why don't you pray
just bow your head and pray for me
when i look at my reflection
my eyes are filled with misery

Mama she ain't lyin'
when she says what's on my brain
but i can't stop her cryin'
she sees right through my pain
Mama pray
just bow your worried head for me
you know i ain't been forgiven
and i'm so scared i'll never be

pray
somebody pray for me
why don't you pray
just bow your head and pray for me
i just turned my head up to Heaven
midnight's all i seen
Another song. Slow tempo. Mournful blues ballad in minor key.
*Note: Mama prayed and the Lord delivered me from on high...
 May 2015
Joanna
You do not get the joy of hearing my lips say your name,
You do not get know how I feel inside or that occasionally I'll cry just to feel alright,
You do not get to tell me that I was or am no longer the problem,
You don't.
Because you broke my heart and you do not get to try to pick up the pieces.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
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