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 Jul 2014 steven
Jake
Nothing Less.
 Jul 2014 steven
Jake
I'm a man nothing less.
But as such I am also nothing more.

My mind is filled with riddles I cannot solve.
Like why would a man fall in love when he knows it can ****.

My heart is like fire which means my words must be smoke.
This is why I hate their smell when they pour from my mouth.
 Jul 2014 steven
Frances Adams
She steps onto that same scale everyday.
And everyday, no matter what the number,
It always reads "Eat Less”.
And so she does.
All she wants is a flat stomach, small thighs, and to be skinny enough that she’s classified as bony.
Is that too much to ask?
She gives herself a gold star every time she goes 12 hours without food.
Creating the idea that she is doing something good.
She collected so many stars that a full stomach was something never felt.
Counting every calorie her body would intake.
Working out for hours just because she broke down and ate one cookie yesterday.
She has a constant reminder in the back of her head to **** in her stomach.
But now it does it all on it’s own,
Like an empty black hole.
She is a slave to hunger,
But he eventually goes unnoticed.
She got her flat stomach and small thighs yet still cannot stop.
She grows weaker and weaker everyday.
As her life begins to slip through her fingers,
She’ll die perfect.
Looking like a stick.
 Jul 2014 steven
Poetic T
Abandoned mind,
Reflection absent, ceasing,
Identity adrift.
We only have are memories and thoughts, when they fade what is left of us.
What is the secret of being the best poet?
Did he tightly wring every reader's heart
by chewing every word of an epic sonnet
or did he sting their dead minds like a hornet?

Where is the premise of a great poem?
Should it be smell like lemongrass
planted in a coarse sandy loam?
or must it be supple and soft as a foam?

Has anyone ever been born with a *golden hand
?
Or is it just an accidental discovery of a man?
What is the mystery of being the best writer
holding his pen with a stupendous power?
a curious writer here.
 Jul 2014 steven
Missy Beminio
i want your garden
sprout from the earth
breathe you in
consume all of you

i want to feel
green in my feet
in between my toes
it can't be beat

the sweetest smell
it's like the fuel
i know it all
a little too well

the warm embrace
what is this place?
it seems you've left
without a trace

who are you now
you've left me again
i feel the fear inside
purer than the water
that brought us here
it's beginning to get to me
 Jul 2014 steven
Nicole
i'm a terrible person
i will make you forget about everything else
i will ask you to dance with me in the middle of the night
i will look at your eyes; into your soul
i will plant flowers on edges of your mind
only to **** the butterflies that will feed from their nectars
i will rip off your skin and crush your every bone
i will kiss you until it hurts and leave you wanting more
and before you even know it,
im no longer the lady who takes care of your garden
then, you'll realize
i've always been that girl who plucks flowers from
their stems and steal their life away
only to satisfy herself with a flower crown in her hair
 Jul 2014 steven
Dennis Bielanski
Life is short
Don't let it pass by
Take time to live it
For tomorrow you die

Love is rare
And so hard to find
So reach out and grab it
Or it will leave you behind

Anger is bad
It will rot you inside
Make sure that you dump it
Or it will never subside

Fear is so awful
But we make it so strong
Make sure that you face it
To fix the things that are wrong

Memories are sweet
They're what we live for
Something to cherish
And can not ignore
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