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Jun 2013 E

Overflow

Jun 2013 E

Ian

Overflow

You know, I would like to call this a poem
But really all it feels like is bleeding.
Like the flood that pumped through me is,
Wasted.
And trust me,
That hurts.
When I think of all,
I can't help but cringe.
Because somewhere in the between I lost the pieces of my puzzle,
That I was really looking for.
And that the love that I etched so carefully
Into the lines of your face
Ticked backwards, like a forgotten clock,
At his mention.
For you, I connected constellations in your freckles,
As though there was some kind of system of finding my
Way in this labyrinth that I know so well.
I found oceans of depth in those eyes,
That promised me salvation in happiness
That promised love in loss.
Although I have learned,
That when you explore too deep
It is easy to become lost.
The bleeding isn't a pattern,
There is no rhyme to this reason,
Only treason and tragedy.
So excuse the torrent,
Because I've already drowned in the flood.
Remember when flowers grew in the garden?

Jun 2013 E

where do we go from here?

Jun 2013 E

marina

where do we go from here?

i.
there are some mornings that i
can't get out of bed.  it's much safer
underneath the covers, and even if my sheets aren't
white like they are supposed to be
they are the only things that still feel clean
because every other inch of my room
still tastes and smells and feels like you.

ii.
it was 12:07 when i saw you again
for the first time in months; you didn't know what to
say, so i said it all for you by saying
nothing; it was just enough for both of us.

iii.
later i told you that we should talk, but
when the time came, i couldn't find my words,
so instead, i just decided to cling to you.
you thought it was maybe because i was trying to
tell you i missed you, or maybe  i was leading you
on- you were wrong on both accounts.
i was just scared of letting you go because you
make bad decisions when you're alone and i didn't want you
to leave the room feeling cold.

iv.
there are some nights that i
can't get into bed.  when i'm awake at least i can
control the number of times you get into my head;
but sleep scares me now because every time i
close my eyes it's like you're still here and
no matter how hard i pretend that your company is easy
it's always unsettling- the honest truth is that
ever since i let you go, i've watched you become a ghost.

hello, i don't know where this came and i'm scared to read this over because i feel like even though every bit of it is the honest truth these words seem like a stranger's.

Jun 2013 E

Yellow

Jun 2013 E

chels

Yellow

This
Is the first time you got
Dirt
Under your fingernails
This is
The first time your dad
Didn't come home
This is the first time
Your little sister got
Drunk
And told you about her
Nightmares
This is the first time you stood
On the top of a mountain and
Screamed
At everything
That ever wasn't anything
This is the first time you stepped out of your pants
And into another person's
Body
This is the first time.
Maybe all of your parents' fighting was just a test.
Whether you passed or not depends on how
Late
You went to bed, listening
Or how
Empty
The palms of your hands looked when you
Held them against hers because
You were taught that you should
Hold it all.
Music is hard to dance to when you've been
Taught to stuff your
Fingers so far into your
Ears that you can't even feel
Your own heartbeat.

You were taught to hate the color yellow and have two left feet.

Jun 2013 E

Untitled

Jun 2013 E

chels

Untitled

Dear you,
With the blood shot eyes that sometimes shine green, and the split ends and loose ends who can't hold onto a relationship -

Hi.

Jun 2013 E

there's a universe in his eyes

Jun 2013 E

oh me oh my

there's a universe in his eyes

his eyes are
galaxies of planets
and orbits
and you see stars
so clear you can
map every single
constellation

he looks at you
like you're his home
like you're a planet
and you've
wound him deep
into your orbit

because that's what
he needs and he knows it

and he looks at you
like you're the only
thing he's got in the
world

because you are
you're his home and his planet
you're his galaxy and his stars

Who says I can't write about spock and kirk

Jun 2013 E

let go

Jun 2013 E

annie

let go

just let go
of the memories
we held so dearly
that now tickle your consciousness
and dance within your nightmares

just let go
of reality
slip into the arms
of false pretenses
and shattered promises

just let go
of existence
it is of no use
to a soul that is shredded
and empty

Jun 2013 E

Class

Jun 2013 E

Amethyst

Class

A room full
of boredom
and slight
hints of desperation
to escape from
the confines
of these poorly
painted walls.

Jun 2013 E

Stuck

Jun 2013 E

Amethyst

Stuck

I belong to
the stars. My
soul should
float freely
through the
evanescent light
given off by
the flames.
Instead, I am
stuck. Stuck on
this planet to
rot for years
and lie my
feet on this
polluted ground.
Society has
revoked all
beauty from our
once lovely home.
Now we rest
our bodies inside
a contaminated arena
where love has
been banned and
only hate and gore
are present.