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 Jun 2014 Lydia
Alicia Scott
when i hear people talk about true love,
they always describe oceans and grass,
clouds, sunshine
and rain.
sometimes i hear people talk about
pavements and traffic lights,
cigarettes and lighters,
and journeys
like you could even love someone with your mind

but hell, let me tell you this:

oceans dry up
grass gets cut
clouds float away
pavements find an end
cigarettes meet the filter
and your lighters will run out of gas

your mind?
you'll lose that in an instant
your love will be all you breathe and think for
all you live and yearn for

and the rain,
**** the rain
because the rain can stop falling
and god,
you can't
-a.p.s
this is for the love of my life, and the entirety that she has opened my eyes to, and i love her very much.
 Aug 2013 Lydia
AJ
I think one of the saddest feelings in the world,
Is when the house you spent your whole life in,
The house you took your first steps in,
The house you grew up in from age 0 to now,
No longer feels like yours.
Your room feels like a hotel room.
And you could never fall asleep in any other bed,
But this bed no longer feels like yours.
And you have to get out,
And you know when you're getting out,
And it doesn't seem fast enough,
But you don't want to leave.
You grew up and SOMEHOW
Became an adult while no one was watching,
But you weren't watching either.
And no one was recording it.
And you're not too certain when the exact moment was.
But suddenly you see the world isn't outside the walls of your town.
The world is your town,
And the rest of the world is actually the universe,
And the universe is actually just a town.
And that is terrifying.
"A girl with a bird she found in the snow
Then flew up her gown and that's how she knows
If God made her eyes for crying at birth
Then left the ground to circle the earth."
 Mar 2013 Lydia
Shashank Virkud
When I was sixteen
I would trade
my allowance
for some feelings
every Friday night.
I'd pull on the strings
and pull on my hair
until I was discordant
and bald and
still in the dark.

I tried hard to see
what they wanted me to see
in country, when it came to metal
I just couldn't feel the steel and
hip hop failed to have
the same effect on me.
When I was a sick teen,
see, that's when I found indie.




What did you think you'd find in the avant-garde?
beautiful, new, perplexing, plexi-glass box
where rock stars go to suffocate
and die
(keep kitsch alive).
Really,
what did you think you'd find in the junk-yard?

Glad I missed the rhythm of those loops.
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