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 Aug 2013 Dia
Cassiopeia
My Life
 Aug 2013 Dia
Cassiopeia
my life consists of doing the dishes
and getting yelled at when they're out of place
I love people too easily
but hate everyone at the same time
once I told a boy I loved him
(he said it back a week later)
and that is the same boy
I talk to at 2 a.m
because he doesn't see the world the same way I do
and I might have deeper feelings for this boy
but I'm afraid to admit it because I might just hurt him in the end
just like the last boy did to me.
you see
my life consists of ups and downs
and it seems that the downs are more common
just like in my school
how the number of people who don't like me
is more common than the number who do
and I miss the way it felt
to have friends who love you
and not understand the meaning of hate
but my life consists of thoughts
too many to count
and when I told my best friend these thoughts
she suggested I see a therapist
because she couldn't answer all of my questions about this corrupt world
so as I walk my dog
and think how I could just keep walking
and never go back to school
and never hear my mom scream
and never have to feel this sadness
that doesn't seem to leave
well I think that would be a long walk
and my legs are much too tired
 Aug 2013 Dia
Courtney Snodgrass
As I am in my bed,
Eyes to the ceiling,
I wonder if you’re
Lying in your bed,
Eyes gazing up,
Thinking about me,
As I am thinking of you.
i love your thoughts and comments
Thinking about us in autumn, brings chills to my existence.
Layering up.
Observing nature at every step.
Watching the sunset part knowing what we have is eternal.
Love is everlasting, overpowering, overwhelming.
The glitter among the tides,
Create an eternal song that will forever be locked in our memories
Your head on my chest, only to listen to my natural song.
Sunsets sending us home.
Conversations brew, condensation fogs your glasses.
Your indecisiveness leads me to the choice tonight.
Films don’t last long in our presence.
The craving cannot be controlled.
Candle flames caress your curves.
I love you…
Flames into wicks.
Simply ordinary.
 Aug 2013 Dia
manicsurvival
Pull me into a sleep
So deep
That my 7 hours of slumber
Seem like seventy years
REM
I want to hear the notes of angels
Smell lilac in my hair
Taste honey on my tongue
I want to feel you pull me into this sleep
Like you pulled me into your life
Quickly and painlessly
Let this sleep change me
The way you changed me
Because of you, candy is now leafy greens
And incoherent thoughts are accepted as rational conversation
Let this sleep nourish me
The way you nourished me
And allow it to whirl me into a spiral of change
Wake up
And feel
Not dizzy
Not confused
But refreshed
Like my soul
Every time you touch it
 Aug 2013 Dia
Cadence Musick
fantine
 Aug 2013 Dia
Cadence Musick
her legs hung seductively
out of a window frame
pouring smoke
and they drank it all in
took what she had to give
her painted lips
her white wrists
and the marrow
that slept inside.
empty girl
empty sighs
abandoned ware house
turned
****** scene
because their
desire,
each time
was like a knife sunk through her
 Aug 2013 Dia
John Ashton Upston
Once upon a Winter's eve,
The quiet sun gleamed up to me,
he spoke aloud not moving lips,
and a chill went into my hips.

And so I looked into the cloudless sky,
and wished upon a starry night,
I hoped for a better dream.
One in which my heart could sing.

But the scars which have carried me there,
Would not leave my hair,
and so they dragged me down,
Until at that was left was Winters gown.

Still alone I gather here,
Along this shallow tear,
wishing for a better morrow,
Although all I've seen is sorrow.
 Aug 2013 Dia
John Ashton Upston
I can feel the demons. The darkness inside of me.
Its very subtle. It is slow, and patient.
But then, after a lot of stress or damage, it explodes.
The black becomes red,
And the hunger that has been festering,
Unflinchingly screams out for more
For blood and gore.
And lust.
I feel as if on the edge of a very perilous cliff,
And at the very bottom the lord of evils himself awaits,
With. Very soft, very kind smile.
I want to trust those eyes.
I want to grab her ***,
I want to take her where she stands.
And when the try and stop me I want to ****,
I want to be unstoppable,
I want to rule and never be questioned,
I want to be right, and always right.
I want to be known as great and terrible and fearsome and I want to destroy.
I want to destroy, so that this emptyness I reside in,
Is not mine alone.
 Aug 2013 Dia
John Ashton Upston
I hate dreams.
I hate them for what they make me see,
Worse still is that even as you know their not real,
You believe and it seems,
If only for a second, that what could be or should be,
Or what simply isn't,
Is.

I hate seeing her face,
So sad under those shades;
Take me home,
She seems to say,
But nobody really talks in dreams.
But nobody really talks.

I died in a dream once.
And I kept on sleeping.
What does it mean, what does it mean?
To me death is one long dreamless sleep,
But I fear the opposite, that it is one sleepless dream.

I see his face now and then.
The face in real life I barely remember.
Under the water.
Calling up.
Save me.
But dreams can't change your world.
Tragically they can only make you believe.

My moms there waiting for me.
Though her alone I am too scared to see.
Even my subconcious knows not to tease me,
Knows the scars and the pain,
And how it would bleed me and end me
And I curse them from keeping me,
I hate dreams.
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