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 Mar 2015 Lauren
Crushing Love
Being a ***** means.......
I stand up for myself and my beliefs
I stand up for those I love
I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
or do things my way
I won't compromise whats in my heart
I live MY way
I won't allow anyone to step on me
I refuse to tolerate injustice
It means I have the courage &
The strength to allow myself to be me
So try to stomp on me, douse my inner flame,
Squash every ounce of beauty I hold within
You won't succeed
And if that makes me a *****, so be it
I embrace the title and I'm proud to be a *****!!
 Mar 2015 Lauren
frankie crognale
before i ever met you i had no idea i liked blue eyes especially ones that resemble the crystal clear blue carribean sea and normally i'd never get anywhere near any ocean of any sort but the sea of your eyes is enchanting and it fascinates me to no end, it's what causes me to stay up past three am every night thinking about how heavenly it would be to drown in opulent sapphire serenity, but the weird thing is that i'm normally absolutely petrified of the ocean and when im around you i feel invincible, i guess the ocean is euphoric to some but to me any geographic or cosmic wonder could never compare to the inner and outer beauty that radiates off of you like a ray of sun or a wave through the sea of your irises, i may not have ever told you how beautiful i think your mind is or maybe i did but it's kind of hard to think about anything because im normally too busy wishing i was drowning in you
 Mar 2015 Lauren
Creep
"You're a mess, creep."*

Is it true?
Have you seen through my facade?
Can you tell I've been lying
And that I'm falling apart?
...

Summer night
By john travolta
 Mar 2015 Lauren
FallenAngel93
Go to sleep, and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies,
That torn their wings against a torn,
You know the pain that they have borne,

Silver metal, shine so bright,
Scarlet blood, that feels so right,
Dream of that blood tracking down,
And wake up just before you drown,


The moonlight shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your own worst fears,
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutters lullaby,

Hushabye baby, you're almost dead,
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red,
Your family hates you, you friends let you bleed,
Sleep tight with a knife, because that's all you need,


Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,
You didn't know that life would be this hard,
Time to end the pain that you hid so well,
And down will come baby, straight back to hell..
 Mar 2015 Lauren
Rachael Judd
"You have this fire inside of you, a fire so bright it would blind you if you ever saw it. A fire you cant blow out with a couple breaths, a fire so intense that water just makes it burn stronger. I dont know how you do it, after all thats happend to you. But you just stand back up. Day after day, you do it again. And what makes me love you more, is that you dont feel sorry for yourself. After everything, you wake up ready to fight whatever demons come next."
 Mar 2015 Lauren
Liz And Lilacs
You know more about me
than any stranger should.
You know more about me
than any friend could.
It's not always easy
to post the things I write
Because they are more of myself,
that I don't like to share.
My poems are me and me alone.
I hope you like them,
but more, I hope you like me,
even if I'm a mess.
 Mar 2015 Lauren
ryn
Serenade
 Mar 2015 Lauren
ryn
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
.
 Feb 2015 Lauren
JJ Hutton
Anna,
the young lions won't want you
forever.

Eventually you are going to
get tired
of keeping it tight,
of batting your eyes,
of applying the gloss just right.

Anna,
what will you do when the invitation beds
come to an end?

Eventually the lions will settle,
while you gather cobweb and callus,
while you smoke cancer and wallow in cellulite.

Anna,
find a boy who makes you feel like the sun.

Ultimately,
he's the only one who can save your soul
from all the crimes you've done.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
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