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 May 2015 collin
Frisk
because this strategy of lighting myself on fire
to get your attention resulted in varying amounts
of burns all over my body. i theorized that maybe,
if you stared at the sun, then you would go blind
to my deformities. witches like me wouldn't have
to be burned at the stake for your comfort. maybe
instead of me, you would jump head first into the
fire and take a few polaroids of what hell looks like
for me and pin it up on your wall next to the picture
of us. make a collage of things that are dead and use
those few polaroids, and maybe you'll understand.

- kra
 May 2015 collin
Madeysin
Trace the outline of her rising *******, with your breathing łïpš. Understand the horoscope of freckles on her chest.
 May 2015 collin
stargirl
Truth
 May 2015 collin
stargirl
You act as though love
is an epidemic,
a sickness sweeping the nation.
Something that needs to be forbidden,
something that requires a paramedic,
but love is not a disease.
It's the complete opposite.
It helps us see and breathe,
and know how to need.
It fulfils our dreams and
lets us sleep
knowing we're not alone,
and that we're not made of
sticks and stones.
I hardly believe this myself
 May 2015 collin
Allyson Walsh
I wake to his whistling
On the couch in the den
His mug full of black coffee
Now empty, he'll get up to fill it again

My grandfather is constant
He has never walked out on me
He has taught me that nonsense
Lies within the person who flees

I have watched him slow with age
His bones have grown weak and frail
I know that he sheds tears offstage
When he looks back on the trials of his tale

My grandfather is water
He flows and ebbs, traveling from place to place
But he has had three otters
To keep him company... just in case

He is a constant imperfect man
Who loves motorcycles and sweets
He's too laid-back to have a plan
But shows up early when we meet

I lie awake and I know he does the same
Staring at the ceiling is one thing we share in common
Sleep has always been like a waiting game
He wishes he could close his eyes more often

My grandfather is constant water
He is changeless and tranquil
I am certain that his love has made me stronger
Even when it appears to be casual
For LG
(It's weird seeing him because I only see him once a year)
 May 2015 collin
jeffrey robin
in the dime store yesterday

//

Poor people !!!!



then the police man come

So all us good folk

are glad

••

Poor people !

••

look ! look !

See the girl

Walking lovely down the street

good ! good  !

Here comes the Priest

Grabs the girl and takes her home

::::

we watch our dying on T V

//

eatin snacks as we *******

//

Life itself is a ***** show

//

Knock BIG GOVERMENT  with

All your might

::

Time to vote ?

GET IN LINE

( heads are turning

Left and Right )

••

thinkin

JERKING OFF FUGKS UP MY MIND

hey

Maybe I use a REAL GIRL next time !

//

But REAL GIRLS is hard to find

with their razor blades and ***** eyes
 May 2015 collin
MonkeyZazu
10w
 May 2015 collin
MonkeyZazu
10w
Reality paints itself
with the color palette
of our souls.
 May 2015 collin
sayona
Untitled
 May 2015 collin
sayona
and next time before i give someone my all,
maybe i should ask them if they even want it.
because if there's one thing that i know,
it's that you sure didn't.
 May 2015 collin
Madeysin
Fly
 May 2015 collin
Madeysin
Fly
It's the people with the most past, shared.
Mean so much, but have no future with. Yet we can't let go. Please just loosen your grasp. Save heartache
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