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HiJinx Jun 2014
trapped / these streets are like walls closing in on me / with spikes that are inching closer to my sanity, ready to tear me to shreds / already they are puncturing my lungs / it burns to breathe in this awful suburb and it's mirrored houses with the people smiling / the venom seeping through their teeth / my mind is collapsing into itself / not neat like a fabric napkin / like a telephone number written on a bar napkin crumbled in your back pocket
currently feeling extremely cooped up I need a long vacation thousands of miles away
I wonder how it feels..
To be on the other end of the gun
I wonder how it feels..
To be one the other end of ******
I wonder how it feels..
To be on the other end of true love
I wonder how it feels..
To be on the other end of a break
I wonder how it feels..
To be on the other end of the poem
  Jun 2014 HiJinx
Amaranthine
Emptiness is a relative being
It sits within each
A ******* child born of perception
And floats around somewhere in mocking silence
Between void and avoid

Emptiness cannot be labeled
You can not put a name
On cannibalized shells
But place a light on the inside
And give darkness life
And emptiness can no longer scream
  Jun 2014 HiJinx
Caitlin
Sometimes I wish that if I just close my eyes
And dream..

Everything will go they way they should
That all the problems will go away,
And all the drama will disappear.

But that will never happen….
HiJinx Jun 2014
I forget how beautiful he is /looking into his forest eyes, shaded by greens and browns, flecks of yellow sunlight streaming through / it's taken this long for me to see his  beauty and I'm ashamed / ashamed I didn't notice all of him the first night / I laid eyes on him with the fluorescent lights over our heads. / His handsome form hits me hard / knocks me off balance / if I were to be hit on the highway by an eighteen wheel truck, this is how I would imagine it feeling. / I need to feel his hands against my fragile cracking skin, burning heat through my paper thin body. / I fall apart without him and I crumble to the floor /  in his presence.
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