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 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Ashleigh Black
To the ones who
don't see the light
and feel the demons
beneath your skin,
I pray that one day
you will feel the brightness
that comes from happiness
and you can break the chains
that bind you
because why do others
deserve the light
when all you see is darkness?
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Karen Newell
Ego
has attached me
to this body
with an iron grip.

Fifty plus years
it has served me well.
My home here
on Earth.

Some times I
leave It.
Riding my Imagination
on other worldly quests.

One day
It will not be
waiting.
Who am I
then?
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
Real
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
How do you know you're real
When it's so hard to feel?
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
You watch a movie
About a girl with cancer
Dying in a hospital,
A boy who loves her holding her hand.
You start to cry,
Because that was you,
Sitting in a bed waiting to die.
Sweetie
They call you, the nurses,
You have a brain tumor,
They tell you.
And it’s growing,
It’s inoperable,
Dead center of your head.

Dead.
They use that word.

You are dying,
Because your cells are trying too hard,
Just like you do everyday.
You are crying now watching this movie,
That girl was you.
Dying.
Scared,
In a Boston hospital room.
Numb.
Except no one was holding my hand,
No one is.

Now you lie
Awake at night,
Few years later,
Torturing yourself.
What if it grows back?
Life scares the hell out of me.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
R
Dreams (20w)
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
R
So, it would seem that we
Are both dreaming about
The people we wish would
Never appear in our
Nightmares.
I dream of him in the way that I fear.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
When you sacrifice me to your friends,
Do you feel like a god?
When you slap me across the face,
When you play me like your guitar,
In front of them all,
Do you feel good,
Feel better?
Because you just killed a girl
Who only wrote you love letters.
Why.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Kagey Sage
Is she a pretty hippy
coming at me with that "you're a fine piece of meat" smile?
Flowing long dress c. 1873
wild hair twisting to her *******
Gracefully she shuffles, feet never leaving the grass

She hands me a pamphlet
I see a ragged leather Holy Bible in her hand

Do her eyes wish I was her husband:
born again Christ Man first, and lover later?
Do you imagine our wedding was today:
communion first and consummate later?
"No thanks, I'm sorry darling"

She and her friend get kicked out of the fair
and she probably felt bad *** for it
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
A C Leuavacant
Could you be a fence to me?
a cold stone wall?
A kissing gate?
Anything to keep my tears hidden

Lately it's been less than that

now that my defences are low
And the rest of them far away
There's nothing left for me to do
But continue to lurk behind old barriers

And you could be a fence to me
Protect me from harm
But my brain
Being The way it is
Makes Self destruction something of a hobby

I stand by the fence I've built
And from the corner of my eye
I can see your gaze
Piercing me
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
A C Leuavacant
Between each and every other one
We hate or love or lose
There's something quite unusual
That lives inside of you
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Jh
I hate the taste of your mouth
More than a hurricane hates land
But I am hypnotized
With the way you can deluge me
With the subtlest of touches.
I wish the memory of you would fade
But I still wonder if
The dust in the forgotten parts of your bedroom
Ever make you yearn for me was I do you.
So carve your apologies into the wall
Until you have no fingernails left.
I'm tired of being stuck in this ruthless affinity
To the way your lips greeted mine.
I am tired of being attached
To even the mention of your name.
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