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 Jul 2014 firexscape
Molly
ALANA
 Jul 2014 firexscape
Molly
I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT YOU
BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T
BROKEN MY HEART YET
AND THE ONLY INK I USE
IS MY OWN BLOOD
 Jul 2014 firexscape
Molly
My first concert was One Direction.

I got angry and hit my dog once when I was eleven.

I think I hate my younger brother.

I'm terrified I'll end up like my mother.

I am still recovering from an eating disorder.

I am trying to start recovery from self harm.

I am not recovering from my drinking problem.

Sometimes when I'm lonely, I send strangers pictures of my body.

I almost killed myself last night.

I don't think I will ever love you.

I love you.
 Jul 2014 firexscape
Jake
Sometimes when I'm alone in my little corner of this world.
I think of all the horrible things I've done.
The bridges I've burned, the ignorant things I've said, the people I've let down.
And then I think of now of you and how soon you'll be one of those people.

But then the sun rises and I go to you.
And my blissful ignorance and unquestioning confidence sets in.
I enjoy living in these beautiful daydreams.
But now as I sit in this little corner I wonder if one day.
That these daydreams will become just that.

Merely a **Dream.
 Jul 2014 firexscape
ili
you are binded
by your delicate temptations.
they chain you
leaving you lifeless.

you are binded
grabbing at only but wound stricken arms,
that are
out stretched to rescue you.

you are binded
by currents too difficult to tread.
you jumped in believing you could,
after long moments you realize you were led to this moment.
by
your temptations,
the arms meant to pull you up
and
the waters intending to push you under.
leaving you lifeless.
we are held captive by so many things,
Our own temptation,
The people we depend on who become unreliable,
And situations we believe we can resolve until we realize it is beyond our own power to control.
Life leaves us lifeless.
 Jul 2014 firexscape
Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
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