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 Jun 2016 AJ
meagan
we are ticking time bombs
but when we explode
we are fireworks
creating something beautiful
 Jun 2016 AJ
Ana S
You buried me
 Jun 2016 AJ
Ana S
*******!
Told me to trust you.
Told me you loved me.
You lied to me.
God I really loved you.
This is why I don't love!!!
This is why I hate people.
*******.
Go **** your tall stupid *****.
Stupid ******* trust.
Always comes back and stabs you.
You were everything.
**** this.
I'm dead inside.
You just killed me more.
 Jun 2016 AJ
Viseract
I don't wanna die alone
But I'm the only one that walks this road
Flashing in my eyes
Blinded by falsities

(I walk alone)
boulevard of broken dreams, is what this is based off if... enjoy
 Jun 2016 AJ
Darren Edsel Wilson
In a tomb that love forgot
lay a girl that love forgave.
Centuries never left a spot,
and in the tomb, she did behave,

but she tired of waiting there
for the lover, that she desired.
Juliet had forgotten his face,
but, thinking of him, she never tired.

The door to the crypt did crack.
Fools exhumed her there.
All their faces slack;
they couldst naught but stare.

For the light did not consume her;
didst not illuminate, beyond a glance.
Forthwith, they didst entomb her
That shard of flesh left them, askance.
I wrote this after seeing a beautiful digital painting someone created and posted to this illustration page that I follow on Facebook.

It's really beautiful, and poetic in and of itself.
So I wrote a poem for it.
Hopefully, the artist will pair it with her piece, (LOL) because I swear they go so well hand in hand. If you saw the picture, you'd understand!

Enjoy!

P.S. the painting is of a girl in the dark except a solitary beam of light catches a part of her face.
 Jun 2016 AJ
Pea
To the boy who has my heart, if we were any more real.*

If we were, I’ll surprise you more often. So please don’t get ******* if someone knocks on your door at 1AM while you’re still asleep. That would be me standing on your doorway, cradling a tupperware of leftover pizza and a bunch of rented movies. I’d risk an all-nighter just to be with you.

If we were, I will be your number one fan. I’ll sneak out just to watch your football games. I won’t be ashamed of standing on the bleachers just to cheer for you. I won’t hesitate to chant boo’s against your opponents. It’s going to be worthwhile anyway.

If we were, every second will be golden. Even the little stops we’ll make to get ice cream cones from the store. Even the times we’ll forget to bring an umbrella and we’ll have no choice but walk through the puddles and get ourselves rained on. Every little memory will be an important story.

If we were, we’d go on spontaneous road trips together. We’ll sing to the songs playing nonstop on the radio. We’d go places we’ve been to before, we’d visit places we never knew existed. We’d go everywhere together. We’d go on adventures like our parents didn’t warn us about our curfews.

If we were, you won’t ever have to feel inferior to everyone and everything anymore. For the reason that is, you are the sun. Please don’t forget that. You are the sun aglow when everything else is pitch black.

To the boy who has my heart, you’ve long been the pinnacle of my list.
Nothing’s gonna change that. You are irreplaceable. You are worth every thing, little or big. You deserve to know how amazing you are every day.

Someday, someone will own that beating thing inside of you. She will make you feel flowers growing in the pit of your stomach. She will kindle the fireworks in your blank, inky nights. She will make you feel loved. I want to be that person.

And I’ll tell you, that’s all I ever want to be.

After all, you are the boy etched in my insides.

*The boy who has my heart.
wrote this when I was 15. and in love. not anymore, though.
 Jun 2016 AJ
karen suarez
I keep thinking endlessly
day and night,
what my life has become.
Lonely,
Shattered,
Unloved,
Used,
but that one thought keeps roaming by
how did i end up in this position?
I have abandoned myself.
Like a lonely child in the woods,
lost and cold i have abandoned her,
stranded with the promise
that i would come back.
I never did.
now I'm looking for myself
and there are so many paths
to take where i'm confused,
it feels like the lonely child in the
woods has gone far deep into the
woods and maybe its to late to find my self.
 Jun 2016 AJ
hadley
relentless
 Jun 2016 AJ
hadley
she passed you in the hallway today
your eyes fixated directly ahead, never hesitating to notice
the shy girl trying so desperately
to keep her focus
on the floor

though of course she felt the presence of your blue eyes
as if their cool indifference could bite with the nod of a head

she was conscious of your feet
striding relentlessly, confidently
never second guessing the gleaming floor beneath them
black converse high tops. ***** laces. the ones you wore most summer days

you were not conscious of her.
you did not notice how her eyes flickered towards your silhouette
for just a second
only a second
you didn't observe her new dress
couldn't have realized that she thought of you when picking her outfit this morning
she thought of you when going to sleep last night
thought of you when she was on the cafeteria line
you never would've thought
that many of her problems arose
merely because she was thinking of you
and your eyes and your cocky smile
your intelligence and your easy conversation

she passed you in the hallway today
but why would you have noticed?
not my usual style at all but i figured i'd try a different type of poetry :)
to Dani*

remember when, you do not:
you are a ground slicing the center of
    this home.

the long divide the furniture endures.
in front of the colossal tv
bodies spilled like water.
20 minutes was all it took – your name alone,
a potent hygroscopy.

when close enough:
dissipate. You took all the green the foliage could,
    soldered to your body a forest it manifests.

   repeated, if not a newer foundling:

    the   space   you  take  for  acquisition ,
    the faultless tenancy   you   mistake   as  counsel.

every saved for, and gleaming space
   aspires for venue – translates to an arena for snapshot.

[some mundane depiction ascribes for you to be known]
years later my portrait still hangs perpetually
on a modern furniture from a contemporary skillset.
  take this declaration.

years later, leapt to this day and forward:
the surgery of galvanized steel is reminiscent of a departure.
the tedious laborer smiling through bonsai pots
  carrying out lobotomies. The afternoon more sterile than
   your    face  as if operation.  This town knows you by practice
  
  and habit: all of it sepia, if not leaden.
 Jun 2016 AJ
L
Untitled
 Jun 2016 AJ
L
I'm sorry.
I keep apologizing for my brokenness.
Like it wasn't you who broke me.
I don't know how to write about emotional abuse, without feeling like the one who's wrong. I don't know how to write about my hurt when I feel it's my fault.
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