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 Jan 2015 Dev A
Eudora
That I know..

You are very much hurting everyday
You feel like you just can't get away
Tears of blood cloud in your eyes till you can't see
Hurting and hurting longing to be free

Tears congregate and form into a puddle
Silently you are masking the pain, the struggle
All these while you are suffering in silence
Quietly resisting the emotional violence

You lift your eyes, but dimmed with grief
Your sorrow lends but only weak relief
You die everyday, you are wearied
It's like you're dressed at the funeral of regret, not yet buried

The stabbing pain you don't wish to bare
Nothing could make you feel better even if you share
You are gathering the strength you have in your soul
To beat the drums, feed the fire with coal

You are dipping your pain in inkwell heart
And scrawling out what you are feeling
Those words becoming the tourniquet
You don't know when your heart will stop bleeding
How do I tell you..that I know..
Dedicated to all the all the bleeding hearts out there..
I opened the door
To let you in
Just maybe we could default
And start all over again

But now all I can see
There is nothing new to me
Nor will there ever be
A better sound from thee

So I am left
With the choices I made
And I think to myself
I'm the one that's been misled

Foolish pride and utter contempt
Was all the while you beguiled
My greatest sin was to think
That there was truth behind your arrogance

Every sunrise brings new light
Each moment a truth grows strong with new insight
When in fact I turn , reaching back
Only to see you have already gone
 Jan 2015 Dev A
Helen
just a joke
without a punch line
a chicken
without its head
a funny little anecdote,
a cut the never bled
a story that is left untold
because others fell asleep
the horizon that you never saw
while looking at your feet
your words are paradoxical
to the liquid of your spine
your cries into the universe
internally are sublime
your emotions wax lyrically
but the wax is paraffin
just a pool of liquid
a thin layer of your Sin
the flame that burns above
shows your thinness
to the core
just a puddle of useless wax
when the flame dims
even more useless
than before
 Jan 2015 Dev A
Stevie Ray
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 Jan 2015 Dev A
Stevie Ray
Behind this waterfall of sadness I burn brighter than ever
 Jan 2015 Dev A
Kylia
3am
 Jan 2015 Dev A
Kylia
3am
It's this time,
When it's truly the middle of the night.
When the witches and wolves come out to dine,
When mr moon refuses to burn bright. 

When he and she 
Are snoozing tight,
When you and me 
--our imaginations take flight.

When ghouls and ghosts 
Don't worry the light,
When vampires boast
About their bites. 

When silence is ominous
--to the banshees' delight,
When goblins are most honest
Fine I'm lying, alright.

When faeries come out,
Pink green blue red white,
When zombies get up and about,
Completely oblivious to the mosquito bites.

When it's time to celebrate
The water sprites' wedding night. 
When all long dead mates
Finally get to reunite.

It is also time
For the stars to excite:
One kiss for one dime,
Mermaids, the queen of the night.

But when the moon disappears 
And the sun takes along its light, 
These creatures wipe away a tear...
It's time to say good night.
I have an imagination virus.
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