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julianna Jun 2018
Anger.
Red Hot.
Usually a little is fine on the side,
But mine came with a lot.
By mine, I mean my heart.
At first,
the flames were useful.
Little sparks,
Reminding me to be careful...
To beware the burns
Of passerbys
Or permanent residents.
Painful, but with purpose.
The beauty in the fire was lost with time,
Though.
They flames grew
They morphed
They changed
Into a reckless blaze of heat.
Enough to keep you warm at a distance,
But strong enough to crackle unsuspecting flesh.
So beware
Of the uncontrolled fire in my heart.

Beware The Burned.
They burn, too.
julianna May 2018
I've stood in the downpour for so long,
That your sun is scorching.
It's a constant reminder of your love,
which I've pushed away for so long.
All because I'm more afraid
of burning desire than drowning in hate.
julianna May 2018
I don't trust people
Who do things
For my benefit
When it really
Benefits them.
julianna May 2018
i don't care if you're sorry
it already hurt
i take steady damage
which comes from your words
  May 2018 julianna
Eleanor Sinclair
I met a friend today
His name was Death
He smiled big with pure white teeth
And minty fresh breath
I asked him what he did for a living
Staring blankly at me, batting his eyelashes
He did the opposite of giving
What did that mean?
But the closer I got to Death
The better I understood his scheme
In his sharp black suit he won me over
I felt an irresistible draw
Like to a diamond in the rough, or a four leaf clover
He convinced me of the beauty in the night
That when the moon was hidden from view
There was nothing better than the lack of light
He led me from my lust for life
Sang to me in my sleep
Whispered sweet nothings and handed me the knife
I tried to pull away from my newly found friend
But his choke hold was so tight
On him I started to depend
The world could see me deteriorate into nothing
He held me harder and closer
With shortness of breath I stood huffing and puffing
Enclosed in the lackluster of our friendship I became numb
The emotions drifted with my vitality
I tried to retrieve them but could only attain 1/5th of my former sum
The more time you spend with a person
The more you become like them
I suppose I couldn't see the situation worsen
Collar around my neck he leashed me like a dog
I cared so deeply for him
My haze filled mind ignored the dense fog
I came to terms with my life long trap
Death circled like a satellite around my position
No matter where I went he found my place on the map
Eventually I succame to this fate
Despite his control
Death, I could not hate
I loved him too dearly to notice the signs
I couldn't think clearly
His presence was odious and it wasn't benign
julianna May 2018
What would you do if you saw a girl spending pennies and pearls on food?
She gobbles it up and then she barfs, which she thinks makes her feel good.
Later that night, with her conscious she'll fight as the guilt eats her for lunch
But she'll never tell of the story where of she went to after brunch.
  May 2018 julianna
Katelyn McShane
I am obsessive
Though my room is a mess
Please don’t touch a thing

Don’t make me
Change or conform
Because that is my fear

But I am obsessive
A creature of habit
Set schedules

A slow walker or
A bump in the road
And I may lose it all
  
Because I am obsessive
I will cry over
Spilled milk

My absolute weakness
Is embarrassment
Head down to walk

Will I be obsessive
When it all goes wrong
I surely will break

How can I live
When my world is
A mess in the neat lines

I’m obsessed with
Poetry- lines and stanzas
All in neat rows

All spaces and ink
Covering my paper
And, yes I am still obsessive
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