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 Sep 2013 authentic
Emma N Boyer
And the image of a broken man

Stands with roses at his feet

Entranced by the red beauty of them

And unaware of the red

The thorns drain from his palms
If you're attacked by a Lion
Find fresh underpants to try on
Lay on the ground quite still
Pretend you are very ill
Keep like that day after day
Perhaps the lion will go away
 Sep 2013 authentic
Sara Al A
You're not the only one
Staring into the blinding dark at night..

We're lost in ourselves..
We're lost in the ones we think we love..
And those ones are lost in us too..

You think you're lonely..
But you're not the only one..
 Sep 2013 authentic
Jacob
July, 12th
 Sep 2013 authentic
Jacob
It's 2 p.m.
I still don't know what to think
I'm torn between two seraphs
Ones an open book
Ones a mystery
If I they say its true
And learn from a cat
Curiosity will go away
And my mended heart
Will surely stay
 Sep 2013 authentic
Anais Nin
Risk
 Sep 2013 authentic
Anais Nin
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
 Sep 2013 authentic
mariah
nothing
 Sep 2013 authentic
mariah
and i guess sometimes
n u m b n e s s
will engulf me when
your arms don't,
and sometimes
it's better to feel
n o t h i n g;
than to feel like
*n o t h i n g
nothing, sad, depressed
personal.
If skin were just another dream
we'd spend our lives holding insides in -
lungs and veins and vital things,
keeping our eyes safe from the wind.
We'd speak with tongues not covered by lips,
and in the midst of  love, our minds would touch
making the softest sound...
And everyday I'd endanger my heart,
dangling from my hands like fruit
And everyone would see it race
beating twice for you
I guess it's time to face the past.
All the love that didn't last.
All happened for a reason,
Life changes like the seasons.
In a cycle, until we come to an end.
Loving and losing, picking and choosing.
Done and finished, demolished and diminished.
We close doors, to bring us to others,
others that show us the way,
our way, your way, and my way.
What's done is done.
The rest has just begun.
 Sep 2013 authentic
Fred Kinard
Yesterday the devil tapped me on the shoulder to dance in hell. With a wicked grin he said,"I am the darkness you fear at night, but let my flames bring you warmth as we dance the night away." I stood frozen for a second and responded to him,"Will I be able to return with my soul intact?" He said, " Only if we win the dancing contest." Then he said, "We are going up against the dancing dead stars." I laughed a little out of nervousness, but I asked him ,"So who do we have to beat." And he said "Sammy Jr."
The small minded humor those seeking relief.
It’s all or nothing, with empty decisions.

Spreading smoldered fragments, these ******* lies.
It's quite the disease - the naive listeners.

Hurt and Bias hold our hands.
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