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 Feb 2016 AJ
m i a
she was just a little girl, who was exposed to lies, pain, and bretrayal
all to well; and that's where she fell into reality that felt like hell.
she knew what pain was, before she knew what love was; and now she's a ****** up little girl. <3
 Feb 2016 AJ
Star Gazer
Sinister sibling of a spoon,
Merciless metal monster,
Trusting tenacious trident,
Impaling inwards.

Oh how I could trust a fork,
Till that one day,
When my older brother,
Impaled a fork,
Upon my soft skin.

Do I lose trust in the fork,
Or,
Do I lose trust in family?
 Feb 2016 AJ
Mayah Seals
Surrounded by strangers who love me.
[Un]strangers made strange by pain.
Words the same as always, the same as nothing, when nothing is the same.

Lost and last to know; lost and last to love.
I am the last one lost.
For you cannot see even a bubble; once it is popped.
Falling not flying.

One lost, ****** word, like the lost worlds between you and me.
We love what we love and who.
We love who we love and why.
We love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted & strung between the fingers of strangers.
Strangers made strange by love.

With arms around me: dancing and hurried.
I see your face: pale and worried.
Bargaining with a life that isn't mine to bargain with isn't a bargain at all.
But, misery doesn't come cheap.
Now, I've found the missing piece.
My breath; my heart; my memory.
Me.
The other half, the missing half.

Entombed by the laws of physics; the laws of love.
Of time and space and the [in]between place.
[In]between you and me and where we are.
Because, I'm lost and looking; looking & lost.
Copyright © 2016
 Feb 2016 AJ
chris
 Feb 2016 AJ
chris
3am or 3pm, i wanna talk to you.
 Feb 2016 AJ
ashley
Untitled
 Feb 2016 AJ
ashley
I left my body behind years ago in the dark but I still look behind myself more often than not
I thought I didn’t have the strength to lift you into the light but I feel the sun trickle in every time that you cry
Long ago I learned
You didn’t have to rhyme to make someone’s heart skip
My words were never meant to be smooth
I couldn’t make them less jagged if I tried
In another universe you’ve never tasted a gun on your tongue and I can fix all the scars your family left behind
We have hearts made of hairline fractures and I’ll hold yours together the best I can
A tight grip with blood stained hands
 Feb 2016 AJ
Luna Wilde
mayhem.
 Feb 2016 AJ
Luna Wilde
Intoxicating in my system,
struck the cords.

Oh you,
tick,
tock.
 Feb 2016 AJ
Brigette Beck
What lies beneath
in a dive to the heart is
A desire for all that is lost:
the twinkle in the sky,
the monochrome dreams,
a walk in andante;
among the fragments of sorrow
and sinister shadows.
Isn’t it lovely?
The nights of the cursed,
the rage awakened,
the waltz of the ******
in a cavern of remembrance.
And the other promise,
made to old friends, old rivals
in a dance to the death.
What a surprise,
the darkness of the unknown
and what lies beneath
in a dive to the heart.
 Feb 2016 AJ
Alex Hoffman
Nobody “breaks” out of prison. Steel bars are hard enough to bend. One escapes through careful planning—months of fierce attention to detail. Until one day, when the conditions are absolutely perfect. Then, one escapes by beating the system.



One afternoon, while you are observing the doldrums of prison, someone will approach to offer you a key. “Only $5” they will say, “and this key will guarantee your escape. For it is a skeleton-key.” Now, there is an old saying that “If it’s too good to be true, then it probably is,” which is easy enough to say. But you have waited so many years in the colossal boredom and misery of prison. For $5, who knows—this key could guarantee your escape. What’s five dollars for the chance of escape? So you take the key, which turns out to be plastic, and immediately snaps in two inside the lock.



Certain lessons in life stick, and this is not one of them. If you drive up to a red light, for example, your foot will naturally reach for the breaks. But this type of lesson has little to do with emotions.



Bad days, on the other hand, will make the entire world feel hopeless and cruel. Even if yesterday had us believing in a world that is beautiful even when it’s ugly. On a bad day, there is no beauty at all.



So, beating a bad day isn’t always about coming to a solution. Sometimes, it’s about endurance. 



When you’re upset, it isn’t just because things got heated with a friend, or because of failure, or an unusually cold week on your holiday leave. When you’re upset, it’s because you were put on this earth to be upset. If you need proof, walk outside and ask—you will never find a person who doesn’t know pain.

But there are two outcomes to every coin toss, and even then, it isn’t as if the other face has disappeared. It is only hidden from sight until the next time the coin is tossed. And though you may not see it, you know for certain that if you turn that coin over the opposite face will be there.



This isn’t to say that our emotions are guided by the same lottery as a coin toss. Life, I hope, is full of choice and circumstance that exceed the simplicity of chance. But it is at least fair to say that, whatever the circumstances, you will outlive pain

…eventually. 



Sometimes you’ll have to endure many unlucky coin tosses. It will begin to seem as though they will all be unlucky.

But think hard—the other side is there.



Escape is coming, but you can’t break the bars. So keep your eyes open. Be patient. Every day is a new toss: no matter where the coin lands, the outcome is yours.
A short musing on how to face life and its inevitable sadness.
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