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 Mar 2015 em
michelle
Those Nights
 Mar 2015 em
michelle
Those nights when your body is the warmth next to mine
And our bodies, so bare, are what intertwine
I can't help but to believe in us
How much we love and how much we trust
 Mar 2015 em
Harsh
Chocolate
 Mar 2015 em
Harsh
Scientists say chocolate releases
the same hormones into your blood
as being with your loved one does.

And so I'm sitting at my desk
and it's an ungodly hour to be eating candy
but you're not here and all I want is that
sweet, sweet satisfaction of having
the taste of you on my lips.

I'm craving you, a desire that
clenches at my stomach; all I want
is some oxytocin in my system.

I lean back in my chair and sigh, tearing
another wrapper as I do, each morsel a tease.
This cannot compare to the richness
of your eyes, or the silkiness of your thighs.

This makes my heart beat faster
but you- you make it pound. This sends warm
sensations through my body but your touch
sends lightning through my veins.

It's almost morning now,
wrappers are strewn about my desk
and yet I still crave you.
 Mar 2015 em
Maria Imran
Gone.
 Mar 2015 em
Maria Imran
It just dissolved;
all of it.
Now you can't even find
a remnant
of the girl
who was drowning.
 Mar 2015 em
Jacob Christopher
I've been contemplating suicide,
as of late.
Not your standard,
bullet to the brain,
ending ones physical existence,
type of suicide.
No,
I'm considering something... more direful.
I'm going to commit a writers' suicide.
I'll start by deleting my various internet caches,
like the bat of an eye they'll all disappear.
Blink, blink, blink!
For extra measure,
I'll stick an Ice pick through this computer,
then sink it,
in the lake.
I'll follow that up,
by dissolving my pens in a vat of acid.
To the wood chipper!
Go the pencils.
I'll have a bonfire,
burn all the physical text I have,
and every single scrap of blank paper,
within reach.
To finish it off,
I'll break my thumbs,
pull out my own tongue.
Is a writer really alive,
without his word?
 Mar 2015 em
River Scott
Alive
 Mar 2015 em
River Scott
i love the feeling
of blood rushing out of my feet

it reminds me
that I am alive

i feel the blood
pull into my heart

and I remember
that I breathe and I'm alive

I struggle to feel happy
because the worlds so hard

and I sometimes forget
and the movement of blood

makes me feel alive

-r.y.s
i lost my train of thought sorry

I'm back yay
 Mar 2015 em
ZL
Br(ok)en
 Mar 2015 em
ZL
I always thought when I found true love
my problems would go away
so I accumulated crushes
but the problems kept coming day by day
the issues never left
and those lovers never stayed
maybe I've been doing this love thing the wrong way
but I'll keep at love
because being broken is never okay.
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