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 Apr 2014 gd
Emma
turning back time
 Apr 2014 gd
Emma
i want to go back
f o u r months
and stay tucked between the sheets
in the comfort of the unknown
before i met you-
before you changed me-
before you ruined me

i want to go back
s i x months
and beg you to stay-
to grovel at your feet
and make me okay
before i let you slip away-
before i let me lose my way

i want to go back
1 0 months
to know what i now know
before you changed my mind-
before you brought me back to life

i want to go back
f o u r t e e n years
and freeze time-
to be innocent-
before my light
turned dark-
to know not
what i now know-
before my mind met
destruction

i want to go back
t w e n t y years
and erase the future-
to erase the pain-

b a c k before coming to existence
in a place measured by time-
before life was an en  d    l    e     s        s stretch
and death was a goal-
before life was a burden-
before knowing a meaningless existence-
before corruption consumed me

but truly
i need to go back
ten months-
when you,
only you
were capable of soothing my thoughts-
when you pulled me out of the dark
to show me the light
as if the sun was suspended
in a endless night sky

i need to go back
six months-
and tell you to stay-
to tell you that when you leave
i, too, would go away-

just six months-
before i let who i was with you
disappear-
before i welcomed the negativity-
before i let it consume me-
before i met the boy who **ruined me
 Apr 2014 gd
Megan Grace
I hope you think of me in
typewriter font. I want to be
stamped across your skin so
everyone will know that you
call yourself mine. I have
branded your initials into
every vertebrae of my spine
(can you feel it when you run
your fingers down my back?),
sewn your name into the collars
of my jackets, tattooed your
fingerprints on my neck. All
that I am belongs to you.
 Apr 2014 gd
j
Desperate
 Apr 2014 gd
j
wrapped up in states
of false security,
a nightmare parading the facade
of a beautiful haven

the faces you show are unfamiliar
but too alluring to deny
and I thought I knew you
with a different mask,

a kinder way of being
before the world changed you
before your mind changed you
but that is in the past
the past is gone, and I try

at night, tossing and turning
I try to grasp you
I wave my arms frantically
in the way of the times that have gone
because I long for you back
and I see you

but I can never reach far enough
 Apr 2014 gd
Morgan
Sometimes when you speak to me,
I selfishly wish that I was the one
Who wrote you
Because you're the most beautiful
And meaningfully complex
Character I've ever read
And, oh so delicately oblivious,
To the spark in my interest
The second you open your mouth
 Apr 2014 gd
Amanda Stoddard
I told myself when I write
everything I do will somehow be unique
but I've started 20 poems off this way
and ended them 20 different ways.
I would throw my sanity out the window
for just some peace of mind
and a mind you wouldn't mind
reading on top of mountains
and in front of millions.
But my sanity is what is needed most-
so take my hands and tie them to a typewriter
because this is my sanity
and a piece of my mind.

I have a way with words
and I have grown accustomed
to clinging onto metaphors
and reading way too into your lips
because they tell me things
your mouth does not have the guts to confess.
In my world, words are a blessing and a curse
and I've spent so long biting my tongue
that i'm not sure I even have one left.
So I apologize if my words are like swords
and pierce your heart like a fatal blow to the chest
But I am trying my best.

Years have been spent
hiding how I feel
So I promised myself
I wouldn't hide in dark corners
or cover my mouth with regret
I would speak with my truth
in a tone that only genuine ears
could comprehend.
So I let the words pour out my lips
unaltered and honest.
and I'm not sure if that is satisfying,
or my biggest regret.
 Apr 2014 gd
Megan Grace
pisces
 Apr 2014 gd
Megan Grace
I dream mostly
in flowers and
in the shape of
your words
pressed quietly
into the skin
behind my right
ear.
 Apr 2014 gd
Elise
Sift
 Apr 2014 gd
Elise
I keep a jar in my corner of my head,
to the left
in which I keep all my fears
along with a couple unheard phone messages and some unused anger. Sometimes I'll go over just to look at them
sift
shuffle
turn over and over again
put them into boxes
take them back out of boxes
put them in other boxes
Most of them are silly really.
I fear either too much or too little,
But the jar completes the little room inside my head
so I keep it there.
I'll pull them out one by one.
I am afraid that when the sun comes again I will pale in comparison
I am afraid that I am not as much as you say I am
I am afraid after the winter you will no longer need me to keep you warm.
 Apr 2014 gd
Emma
where is my head?
 Apr 2014 gd
Emma
where is my head?
it has disappeard
it's been picked and prodded
it's been shattered and knotted

come find me

i'm l o s t
endlessly searching
for any thoughts
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