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 Jun 2014 Lupe Orozco
MBishop
All I seem to do anymore is
cry
      and sleep
                     and cry
                                  and think.
The thinking is horrible.

Worse than any salty tear
burning the cuts you left on my cheek
from your razor blade lips.
                                     ◇
All I seem to do anymore is
pass out
            and dream
                               and pass out
                                                    and scream.
The screaming is horrible.

Not because my vocal chords are straining to keep up with my upsurge of emotion
But because it sends a shudder through me  every time the illegible shouts start to sound like your name
 Mar 2014 Lupe Orozco
Manqoba
Peaceful words
Let you thoughts float amongst the skies
Beautiful heart
Let the greatness of your actions inspire other souls
Endless possibilities
Let the power of your vision lead you to your goals.

Walk away from the pain and agony
Take the steps to eternal joy
It's your life don't let anything else take authority
Don't let negativity play you like a toy
Live a life you feel is worth living
Remove the doubts that are holding you back
Push until you reach the life you've always been dreaming.

Be out of your mind
Be unique and shine ,
Twinkle through the darkness like a star
Don't let people with judgmental words harm you
They don't even know who you truly are.
 Mar 2014 Lupe Orozco
Mike Hauser
If love were salty drops of water

And you the wide open sea

I'd cry all my stored up tears in you

Knowing that would set me free

With my tears of mixed emotion

Swirling about your loving waves

Exploring the vastness of your ocean

In your depths I would be safe
Laying into the deep night,
Head in great agony,
Mind, in shambles.
What happened?
How did it end up like this?
Slowly clicking on each memory,
Consciously deleting each one.
I cannot go on in this dark misery,
Living in this ghastly world.
Something must change,
But it's not fair!
For why am I the only one who can change it all?
Nightly Occurrence™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Mar 2014 Lupe Orozco
Ghazal
love
 Mar 2014 Lupe Orozco
Ghazal
Close your eyes and think of me
Close your eyes and try to see
Our hearts together and what could be
Our love forever as destiny
My love for you is like a new box of tissues,
You keep using more, pulling one more out,
It seems as if there is an infinite amount,
Never running out.

You don’t even think about.

You use one more tissue,
Just a little more love whenever you need me.
But you don’t realize I’m not a what,
Realize WHO you are using.

Just use another, two at a time.
Discarding with ease.
One more,
Two more,
You can’t possibly run out.
Soiling it,
Crumpling it,
Then throwing me out.

But one day you’ll pull the last tissue,
Leaving nothing but an empty box.

Then what will you do?

I am not just a box of tissues.
My love WILL run out.
If you keep on using me,
Throwing my love away.
*I will leave you.
Tissue Love™  By Nadia DeLevea
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