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 Oct 2013 Eliza
Broken Lights
If our poems are really
Our hearts in words
We just wrote onto the screen

Then why do we care
About the numbers
Our poetry makes

Unless we need to see
What others think
About what is ours alone
 Oct 2013 Eliza
JCkilledme
I need you to stop looking at me as if i were a burning building with no windows open.
today when i woke up, i finally broke free
I no longer hear your voice in my ear
or reminisce the memory of your fingertips on my skin.
Lately ive been thinking that all my life has been till now is an empty bed and i am now just buying sheets, blankets, and pillows.
Love, i used to believe you were the best parts of me
but now i realized without you, i am so much better
you no longer have the be afraid that you'll break me
because this time
i'm rebuilding myself
with shatterproof glass and fireproof walls
i know some days i will probably miss you more than breathing and life itself
but it has taken three winters to get here
and i am not turning back
i cant...
 Oct 2013 Eliza
jeffrey conyers
Trends come and go.
Not many of them ever last for long.
It's just the majority thing at the time.
Where you find more just joining the line.

In the forties, it was big band.
In the fifties, it was the style.
In the sixties, it was the hippies, the music.
And through all three, it was the clothes.

Remember trends come and go.

It the seventies, it was disco.
Up until rap came along.
And country became rock and roll.

Trends, forever evolving into something else.
Which a member of each generation can confess.

Just when you think they are gone.
Suddenly, they come back along.
With a slightly different look and name.
But too many, they are one and the same.
 Oct 2013 Eliza
Meredith
please take me
capture me with the sound of your voice
mark me with a purple blemish along the curve of my neck and
in return I'll mark you
with a soft hand
and a light giggle
please take me
plant the taste of your tongue in my mouth
and leave a letter to the editor
on the inside of my lip
in the form of bite marks
 Oct 2013 Eliza
Emily
Perfect Storm
 Oct 2013 Eliza
Emily
Thunder and lightning
In my bed
It's shining
Through my windows
Then the wind blows
I hear the storm
In my bed
It's warm
Flash flood
Wet mud
Deer on the lawn
Let out a yawn
In my bed
Pillow over my head
The storm yells
Floods away yesterday
A new day comes
The rain drop hums
My mind focuses on the sound
My eyes start to close
In a deep sleep, I drift
I'll wake up
Tomorrow is a gift
Inspired by the hard storm that hit last night. I love rain.

© Peyton 2013
 Oct 2013 Eliza
Sam E Brouillette
The voices echo
In the silence of my world
When no one is there
 Oct 2013 Eliza
JCkilledme
just know
 Oct 2013 Eliza
JCkilledme
depression ***** more violently than a *** craved maniac
 Oct 2013 Eliza
JCkilledme
stay
 Oct 2013 Eliza
JCkilledme
sometimes i wonder if my sadness is the only thing ive truly ever loved.
at night, i breathe in my loneliness as if it was the sweetest air that could pass my lips.
i remember when i first noticed you getting tired of trying to figure out what was wrong.
and at that, the end of most days you would look for new wounds on my body
for all the times you have let me down
but most of all i remember choking...
choking.....
choking on a word i thought would come out so easily....


*stay
 Oct 2013 Eliza
Em Glass
I wrote about her
in an essay
and never once
used her name
and she was she
and I was me
and no one knew
including us two

And then I asked
the world to
read it and the
page came back to me
sanitary
full of cross-outs
well-read and heavy
and looking tired.

And not a
single person
asked who
she was
Profanities,
insanities that run around my head,
'don't be swearing' ,Mother said
how quickly I forgot,
got in the wrong crowd, learnt to swear out long and loud
but I'm not proud of that.

It's easy cursing,no rehearsing,did it in one take.
The BBC would break their heart if they knew I could mouth off oaths, from the get go start.
Mother didn't like it
No
she told me so in no uncertain terms,then clipped me 'round the ear 'ole for being such a foul mouthed soul
I guess that's what you get if you forget
what Mother says.
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