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sometimes i wonder
why i do this to
myself when i hate
the scars that cover
my body afterwards.
oldish poem of some sort
#tw
a lot of people
feel that
their significant
others aren't with
them when they
wake up because
they're not in
the bed with them.

and yeah, sometimes
i would like you
to be there
physically,
but just because
i can't touch you
doesn't mean that
you're not
with me
when i open
my eyes.
this is really lame but i had to post it somewhere or else it would be collecting dust. so here you go, i guess.
your breath reeked
of cigarettes and
coffee, and

your tongue was
covered with bittersweet
lies and deceit.

i will follow you down
this horrible rabbit
hole,
if only to get
another dose of you.
i don't know what this is, but i figured why not start off with a brand new poem, so i pulled something out of my ***. i probably shouldn't have.
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
fdg
sneaking in
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
fdg
she said i better get some sleep
but how could i choose rest
when climbing into your bed and running my hand through your hair
was an option
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
Amanda M
#1
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
Amanda M
#1
ambrosia and crystalline stardust
       of yours in my senses
                    in my nose and my lungs.
       breathing in and out is
                    intoxicating
       and being around you is
                    without anxiety, except for
                    the butterflies in my stomach for
                              tomorrow.

you rid my body of the scars and
        fill me with wonderful empty
        thoughts and you.
you are polar and intense and
        you are
                   close.
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
tc
she sits alone gazing out into the distance
her feet dangling in the water, she questions her existence
and the clouds look like they could fall out of the sky and engulf her;
she says she's not afraid to die
she's afraid of being average but the beauty of her mind betrays this
and she doesn't want to be a burden
a waste
the tears falling from her eyes are smudging the freckles on her face

whilst she sits alone, she plays with her hands
she doesn't mean to cry as her lungs expand and the simple epiphany
that her body is doing all it can to maintain her life
provides a profound ability to view the world differently
she realises she'll never get to live it twice
and she picks up two daisies
one in each hand
and all that's in front of her now is outstretched land
all the while, her tears were drying and with them the sadness subsided
she smiles and is grateful for the time she gets
to witness the world's chaos and madness colliding -
she'd rather be a part of it and watch the sun rise each morning
than let it all go and never see a new day dawning

the stars may implode sometimes and even the sky sheds it's tears
but those stars were full of particles essential for new life
and that sky is home to the rainbow,
awe rife at the sight
every individual has their fears, regrets and may become disheartened or depressed
but we're all on this rock together and no one's alone in their distress

sometimes you have to hold your own hand to make it through
you're strong, you can do this, i believe in you
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
PK Wakefield
a little raw beautiful you are the way.


                                            and ,ti evol I


the mouth that soft(that cruel) of teeth
and lips
is like it. thorn'd

and prim and

ringed in pinkness
of petals parting

on a pistil between.


such smoothness that rushes,
such skinness that prickles exactly
at the right arch
of its rising hips.

to meet with the riding
heartness of my surging taste:

blood and just
that tiny tang
of left behind from.




                                               (can i begin?)'(




and to fold you;
into my hands–as fists–
that unfold–inside you.
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
m
eunoia
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
m
she is good.
good like the way stars are
good for metaphors and
love is good for the heart.

she is good.
good like the way rain is
good after days of drought
and music is good the first
time entering deaf's ears.

she is good.
good like the way everything
has a reason and meaning,
like how my happiness is her
even though 'happiness' is just a
chemical coincidence
and nothing else.
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
m
eclipsed
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
m
i don't deserve the stars
in your eyes and the electricity in
your smiles. you are a
thousand watts, composed with
all the atoms that make
up me; you are the rays of sun in
my silver linings; and me?
i'm just the moon, caught in between
an eclipse of life and death.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnAwPeqrdAk sigur ros - hoppipolla
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
firexscape
Isn't it funny how I need you,
But you don't need me?
Without you, I cannot glow.
Without you, my colors will not show.
Why are you so selfish?
Why is it that
When you go down
You take me below with you?
When you don't shine, you dim the stage
So no one shines but you.
But why not let the stargazers
See some other colors too?
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