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Miira Jun 2014
Grab my hair
         Push me to the wall
                   Dig your nails into my skull
                          While choking me, ever so slowly.

Do me a favour
    And take my soul away

S'il te plait?
S'il te plait = please (informal) in French
Miira Jun 2014
You live
You die
You soar
You fall
And it all repeats
In an evil cycle
A terrifying cycle
Until you finally take
Your own life.

A curse, indeed.
  May 2014 Miira
Chloe Elizabeth
He listened
To her laugh
As if it was a symphony
And she hung
On his words
Like they were vines

By Chloe Elizabeth
Another little excerpt from a short story I wrote a couple months ago.
  May 2014 Miira
Emily Von Shultz
I've got my eyes slighty squinted,
as we spin round on a carnival ride.
I can almost smell the ocean from here,
as it washes in with the tide.

I can feel the dangling of my untied shoelaces,
and I can see people's faces
blurring with the bright colours of their clothes.
I am wearing my light grey dress,
and we are both laughing,
our hair is tangling together in a ginger and blonde mess.

I catch a glare of sunlight in my eyes,
so I close them and watch purple and green patterns dance
against the darkness of my eyelids,
I open them to realize that
no longer are we kids.

We are in the back seat of your car,
it's 2 AM and it's raining outside,
no longer are we on the carnival ride.
You try to tickle me in a flirtatious way,
and when I say I have to leave,
you beg me to stay.
I say goodnight,
and hug you tight.

Then,
Slowly,
I bring my face closer to yours,
and kiss you gently.

You kiss me back.
Once,
Twice,
and again.
Our lips begin to dance together,
Waltzing to the rhythm of the rain.

The scent of your skin fills my lungs,
and it adds a sensual feeling
to the embracement of our tongues.

Your hand slips beneath my shirt
as I pull yours off,
it feels like my heart is free of all its hurt.
Wandering hands in the darkness of night,
my eyes are fixated on you,
admiring your body in flickering streetlight.

Your breathing becomes shallow,
and I feel like you want me,
only me.
But I know now that it's just...
Lust.
  May 2014 Miira
spm
your hot breath Consumes my ears
my neck, Victim to your tongue
Heated Passion
with kisses that Burn
  May 2014 Miira
Jordan Frances
I want to be okay
I just want to give up.
I hate drama
I find it amusing.
I am trying to get better
I am not trying at all.
I like myself
I'm a stupid *****.
My friends are my rock
No one likes me anymore.
I can block out flashbacks that I don't care to remember.
I think about what happened to me every second of the day.
I'll get over this.
I don't know how to move on.
I've got it all together
I am falling
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        *T
  May 2014 Miira
Holly Anderson
The worst part about falling
is not when you hit the bottom.
Not getting back up after the fall.
Not when you have to let go,
Not when you have to move on.

The worst part about falling
is knowing that you are slipping.
Knowing you are slipping, deep down
into a pit of demons and despair.
Knowing you are breaking.
Knowing you will be held hostage
by the devil inside you.

Knowing you need help,
but when you finally cry out,
no one is there to save you.
And you just have to allow yourself to fall.
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