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 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Makena Greer
There were galaxies in your eyes and skeletal constellations connecting your blazing white bones the comets from your eyes continued to fall you couldn't see what I could because of the exploded nebulas that created too dense of breathtaking  stardust so you thought you were just a terrifying black hole you made yourself bleed stars you said to not get close because you ****** up light and happiness when really it was you creating it
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
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Untitled
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
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I understand now
She smokes because she's tired
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Elizabeth P
Fire
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Elizabeth P
I'm playing with fire
The blaze is rising
And I don't know to stand,
Fly,
Or run.
Where do I go from here?
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Turtle Eyes
Be patient Darling

The time will come

When you and I

Become one!

We will wake up together every morning,

I will happily make you pancakes after making love to you all night

We will go places and do things, holding hands without worry

We will enjoy movies and museums and meals, randomly dancing throughout

We will cuddle and snuggle until it leads to devilish acts,

Oh how I love your naughty side

We will hold each other both naked and clothed

I am going to love you forever

Be patient Darling!
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
MalisterMikey
Like the grass is green,
I can be very mean,
don't test your luck,
I can hit like a truck.

you acted like you loved me,
then you flee,
this makes my heart hurt,
though I shall leave you burnt.

filling my heart with ire,
so now I'll set your house on fire,
while you sleep inside,
you never meant to make me your bride.

Take your time to find a way out,
though your attempts will never amount,
For I have sealed them shut,
because you threw me out like a mutt.

soon you will hear the bell,
before you go to hell,
it was simple math,
my sin is Wrath
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Kayla S
They say that with time it gets easier.
But it never did.
We just get used to the pain.
Like we get used to the smells of our house,
and only recognize the smell after
we have gone away.
I have gotten used to missing you.
So much that one day I fear I will
not miss you at all.
You are the smell of my house,
and I am not home.
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