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 Jul 2014 em
The secret spy
I Fold
 Jul 2014 em
The secret spy
I said that I kept a piece of myself tucked away saved for that special someone
That I wouldnt give my all to a boy that gave half and that maybe the essence of my essence wouldnt be his favorite perfume.
But I slipped and I fell and hit my head, becoming dellusional enough to think
that in me 16 years of existence I had found my once in a life time.
The need for you to love me held me under water gasping for air. I was drowning in you,
And I must have not read the warnings because I forgot my life vest
And even though I am in the middle of no where and it is a new moon the light polution from staring at my phone waiting for your call is making it impossible to see the stars.
I said I kept a piece of me.
But how do you argue that you are strong and independent when he takes your heart and shatters it and all you are left with is a ****** hand and the only thing you can do is fold.
Fold into paper origamis that are too complex and fragile for anyone to touch.
Anyone to touch but him.
To be touched by him would have saved me
 Jul 2014 em
Jake Griffith
I'm Sorry
 Jul 2014 em
Jake Griffith
Let's never talk again,
because if we do
we'll both fall apart
in each others arms
and when that happens,
we can never be held again.
 Jul 2014 em
Victoria Kay
We are a tangle of multicolored parts
A human rainbow

Your clear blue eyes
Exploring the shape of my soft body

My deep violet veins
Pulsing with desire

Your caramel-colored freckles
Mark every inch of your trembling self

My pale pink *******
Are silk beneath your fingertips

Your rusty copper hair
Damp with the salty sweat of *******

My sharp black nails
Carve shallow lines in your flesh

Our warm red lips
Melting in a fiery kiss
 Jul 2014 em
SG Holter
His Down's Syndrome makes
His age a tough guess, I'll
Say eight to ten.

Wide eyes on machines,
Ice cream dripping on the
Pavement outside the

Construction site.
I wanna work like this when
I grow up,
he says in

Young enthusiasm to a mother
Whose eyes well up with
Gratitude when I approach

And kneel down in front of
Him. So you want a job,
Buddy?
I ask him with a

Wink. He suddenly remembers
His ice cream and bites into
It shyly. Nods, glancing at the

Tools in my belt, the scratches
On my arms, the brick wall
I've been attacking with a

Wacker jackhammer. Nods
Again. Well, I'll see you in a
Few years,
I say with another

Wink, this time to his mother,
Who'd look her young age if
Her eyes weren't as tired,

But you can start with this
And get some practice.
I hand
Him my Stanley Fat Max

Hammer. His ice cream
Hits the ground as he
Recieves it with both hands,

Looking to his mother for
Confirmation that it's ok.
Oh, it is. She mouths a

Thank you SO much...
They walk away, his chatter
High pitched and fading

Around the corner. And I
Head over to the foreman to
Report that I lost my hammer.

Don't ever employ me.
I can work a good game, but
I'm too soft around little heroes.
 Jul 2014 em
Alyssa Rose Naimoli
Just because my wrist didn't break when I first held your hand
does not mean that you are as gentle as I assumed you’d be.

When you hear the word ‘love’
You always think that the sound of the wind might
Suddenly sound like music, even when it hurricanes,
But it does not.

At first your kiss was sweet and warm
Like the honey in my tea, but,
Towards the end your lips stung
Like poison crafted by my own finger tips.

Just because you held me when I slept that Winter
Does not mean that you would only give me
the warmth and love that your body gives.

I took my first dance in December
When I thought that grabbing onto you
Seemed safe and almost lovely but
Now I know I might have been wrong.

Your name still fits in my diary.
Though now my heart sits broken,
You were once the very remedy
That mended all my stings.

When I hear the word ‘love’
I always think that the only way to pronounce his name
would require there be a smile on my face.
I still believe this.

I can say your name without smiling.
You loved me once,
You broke me once.
Your hand broke my wrist the last time you held it.
hmmm, just some thoughts
 Jul 2014 em
Chris Arias
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 Jul 2014 em
Chris Arias
So much depends
upon
a beating heart
thumping away a
steady waltz
inside a cage of
bone

So much depends
upon
a shallow breath
laced with pain
escaped from chapped
lips

So much depends
upon
a trembling hand
with ragged nails
clasped between both of
yours
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