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 Dec 2013 Iqmal
eliza bonnet
She isn't cutting open her skin because she wants to
or because she is craving attention
she does it because its the only pain she can control

she isn't shoving her fingers down her throat
simply for her appearance
she does it because she is sick and she thinks that if she's thin enough people will like her

she didn't stop talking to her friends because she got sick of them
she did it because her anxiety got out of control
to the point where she couldn't go a second without thinking about what people could be saying

she doesn't snap at people because she needs anger management
she does it because she can only take so much
and if yelling makes her feel better
then let her yell

she doesn't stay up all night because she likes the way she feels when she's tired
she does it because she can't stop thinking
trying to understand why all these things keep happening to her

and only her
 Oct 2013 Iqmal
Amy Perry
Kiss me deep,
Like the ocean.
I want to feel the waves
Crashing down.

Hug me tight,
Like a sweater.
It's yours I wear
That fits like a gown.

Whisper so soft,
Like the crystal snowflakes
Gently falling
From colder realms.

Touch me tenderly,
Like a newborn baby.
Enhance my senses,
I want to experience the sights and the smells.

Tug at me desirably,
Like the guiding wind.
I feel my garments getting looser
And my desire even stronger.

Make me yours completely,
Like lovers often do.
I want every part of you.
I can't stand it any longer.
 Oct 2013 Iqmal
A. E. Housman
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
 Oct 2013 Iqmal
Miranda Lopez
I read once that
people who can’t
sleep are either
in love or lonely.
And some nights
I can’t tell the
difference
between the two.
Feelings only
become real
after 2 am,
While everyone
sleeps and I
lie awake
trying to hush
the swirl
of churning
thoughts and
memories that
still linger.
when the only
solace is sleep,
I find my peace
in the daylight,
the drinks, and
the medications
that make the
memories stop
showing inside my
skull and help
the darkness
drift In with ease.
 Oct 2013 Iqmal
Radj
Cruel Collapse
 Oct 2013 Iqmal
Radj
You are beside me.
Silent and steady.
I am not alone.
I wish I can hold you, elusive.
With daylight, you are gone.
Moonlight on my bed.

Your body writhing.
Breathing, sparsely pinstriped with gasps and kisses.
Drawing curves already there, perpetual perfection.

Lustful passion, glazed with yearning, crowned with jealousy, jaded with affection.
A constellation of emotions, collapsing with just one whisper.

— The End —