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 Nov 2014 LETITFXRING
Tupelo
Paper, Pencils, and Pens
tools of my murders,
A nice ball point is my preference,
Bloodbaths in notebooks,
Body outlines in black ink,
Homicidal verses roll off the tongue,
Cuff my wrists,
I can't bare to witness anymore,
all the tombstones at the end of these sentences,
Grave digging across the pages,
Nobody said poetry was pretty.
 Nov 2014 LETITFXRING
Benji
Maybe love wasn’t meant for all of us, just for certain people who know how to love back
 Nov 2014 LETITFXRING
Sin Rose
I miss you
so much it hurts
my soul
my bones
my skin
my heart.
I just want
to be held-
safe in your
arms-
in my home.
I miss you
so much
it hurts.
 Nov 2014 LETITFXRING
bcg poetry
The story of you and me is my favorite story to tell.
 Nov 2014 LETITFXRING
Harsh
I've always told you to look at the moon dear, and ******* a kiss when you see it, because chances are, I've done the same for you. I've always found this small comfort in knowing no matter how far fate may drag us apart, we'll always share the same sky.
There are many moons in this solar system we live in, but ours is a special moon. You and I have always looked at the same side of it; I’ll always kiss the same side of the moon as you will, my dear.
 Nov 2014 LETITFXRING
Ezra
How many gallons
Of rain did you drink?

When you stood outside the gates,
Waving, "Hey!"

You stood still, jumping
As the rain showered
Your slender body
And boggèd it down;

And that, dear friend, is what I love you for.
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