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Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Far Away

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

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Far Away

I want to tell you that I miss you like every friend I have ever lost.
The wind mocks me, knocking me off my feet just to try and replicate how you used to make me feel.
Every single thing reminds me of you.

The stars are not poetic, they're dead.
You said to find poetry in everything that leaves,
but you never understood why I tattooed the names of everyone who has ever taken their lives too soon on my wrists.

I yearn to be a museum,
to be every prayer you never said.
There is no religion that worships your smile, so I am an atheist.

Whispers flood my ears, telling me to stop poking holes through my skin.
To stop finding solace in pain, in the beauty that comes after it.
I want to whisper back that every rose has it's thorn,
but I really hate that song.

I sometimes wonder if all of our plans will stay intact,
if you will still come to me in the summer, when the water is half-warm
and my nerves are on fire, waiting.

I hope so.

I've never been good enough for anything except illegal things,
I want to stop relying on synthetic euphoria to keep breathing.
I want to stop but I can't.
I just want to rely on you.

You're so far away.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

like you

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

individuality-exists

like you

Oh how i wish
I were like you,
As my heart
Would stop beating too

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Footnote

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Kairee F

Footnote

My eyes are the series of letters you skim,
My hands are miniature font that stares miss.
My skin is a struggle for external boldness.
My mind is a simple afterthought.
My muscles recount lifetimes of information,
each tendon a lesson that presses me forward.
My organs hold treasures of memory jewels,
my vessels an account of their worth.
My legs are the diction of unknown adventures.
My smile is their punctuation and grammar.
My heart is a fact of lesser importance,
my ink its wounded citation.

I’m always here if you should need,
but the few who do so quickly forget.
Someday, my lines will be embraced in the full
and delicately handled with interest.
Read between, above, beneath,
Analyze every washed-out curve.
Study my circles, my twists, my ridges,
and make me into a book.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

This Is Home.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Marlo Cabrera

This Is Home.

I've been here,
Walking around,
Looking for a place,
A place that I can call my own.
A place that I may no longer feel alone,
A place that I can call Home.
I've been wandering around,
looking for something that slightly resembles it,
but still i haven't found it.
When will I find it?
When will I be able to feel it,
its warmth?
When will I be able to see the people in it?
The people that I call family.
When will I?

But then I realize,
the thing that I have been looking for,
the thing that I have been longing for,
the thing that I have been waiting,
craving,
dreaming,
and fantasizing of,
was here.
In where I have been standing on all along.

I made it!
This is it!

This is Home.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Playing Dress-Up

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

RL

Playing Dress-Up

Today I decided to make a dress.
I'd seen others do it.
Figured I'd give it a try.
So I laced Predictability on neatly
And hemmed the Defensiveness in tight.
Stitched up the Strength, the Sarcasm and
The Empty Stare in a nice, perfect line
With pearly white Laughs to match.
Then I ironed it with puffs of Indifference,
And hung it up to admire.
It was nice.
Decent.
Normal.
Okay.

I put my dress on and walked out into the world.
I smiled at all the right places and frowned to the silent beat.
And then when I got home I took it off and cried.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Teenage Tragedy

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

LJ Chaplin

Teenage Tragedy

Empty stomach and a heart full of pain,
This teenage tragedy is not the same,
His ears are closed and his eyes are blind,
To the 'perfections' that people like to find,
About his eyes, about his smile,
These lies are all too vile,
To even think or speak these words,
When all they do is make him hurt,
Make him pick out more of his flaws,
Cut them apart behind closed doors,
So much hate it is darker than hell,
Too much agony to even tell,
The people he knows will understand,
He'll lie again and again as much as he can,
And hide the truth beneath the earth,
To save the ones he loves because they're more than he deserves.

There is so much I feel, and nothing at the same time. I'm sorry if this irritates anyone, but I can't do it. I need to keep writing. I need to.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

crosswords & dot-to-dots.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

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crosswords & dot-to-dots.

two a.m,
in your kitchen,
lighting cigarettes on your stove.
i'm thankful for
your addiction
or your arms wouldn't be
holding me close.

time is as long as
this cigarette will allow -
the present,
the future,
is here & now.

with each flick
of my wrist,
my eyes do the same -
from your clothes
to your oceanic eyes
to your sunken in face.
you know
i want your taste -

but ashes linger
in my mouth
& your hand headed south
& i guess we were playing
different games.

i searched for the words
to fill your
unsaid thoughts
but you searched for
my body's beginning
to connect the dots.

my daily deviation on deviantart.

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Ponderings

Sep 2013 Mae Alyson

Isabelle Rose B

Ponderings

From where comes the power behind the wind?

8w

Aug 2013 Mae Alyson

The God of Death

Aug 2013 Mae Alyson

shaqila

The God of Death

I have a list
The job is mundane, same old, same old
Murderers, conceiters, haters, ....
No remorse even at the last breath

Today is a busy day
Lots of you to claim
First on my list is a thief
He stole children for a living
And sold them to the highest bidder
Sometimes, I think the Guy upstairs is so unfair
What’s wrong with taking a child
And selling her so she’ll get a better life

Not that I’m complaining
Contrary to popular belief
Hell is kind of empty
Most people in their last living moments
Say they’re sorry and zam! I lose!

This guy is different
Peter Hinckley the Child Snatcher
He doesn’t know he’s walking into a trap
And he’ll be shot dead by the cop hiding across the street

So, here I am, Ok, Now!!
“Gotcha, come with me, Peter Hinckley!
Welcome to Hell! Where it’s always breakfast in bed! Not!
Haha!”

My next is a woman, those are rare down there
Henrietta Bugglery – “Gosh, what a name!”
Her one and only sin – loving herself too much
Till she hated everyone else

It’s not her fault, I don’t think
She has it all but wisdom
So how can it be her fault
Well I suppose she could have been better to her children
But she hated them too apparently
Ahh humans, I’ll never get them, I suppose!

Henrietta was ready but she didn’t expect Me!
Not that I’m not pretty but I have to hide my face
Seeing me sometimes jolts them back to life!

“OK, Missy, let’s go!”
“What do you mean let’s go? Who are you? And where are we going?”
“HELLLL! Missy!!”
“Who are you?”
“ Darth Vader!”
(and they say i don’t have a sense of humor)
“You mean like from Star Wars?”
“Yes, exactly that – Let’s Go!”
“I’m not going anywhere with you!”
“Oh come on, don’t make me zap you there.
I like you all to arrive happily, after all the rest of eternity is a long time”
“Get lost! I’m not coming with you!!”
“Oh well, you leave me no choice!
Welcome to Hell!”
I lift my hand and she is stretched excruciatingly (it appears) into Hell

You’d think my work is easy
Actually, it’s not
Sometimes, I wish we had some of your high tech equipments down there
Then, I won’t have to do this myself
I could have me some robots who would never mess up
Or suddenly have a soft heart like in the case of ....
Oh ****, I’m saying too much!!

*P.S. Don't worry, I'm probably not coming for you
P.S.S. I lie, a lot!

Jun 2013 Mae Alyson

An Apology for the Past....

Jun 2013 Mae Alyson

Elisabeth Wieczorek

An Apology for the Past....

Please allow me to apologize a million times.
I will admit to have done those crimes.
Through worse and better times.
With lust and loneliness aligned,
both crammed into the mind.
Had felt the acid come up inside.
The deepest wish was only to hide,
with the feel of tears all dried,
the soul had almost died.

But you know, I haven't lied.
I have done my best, I've tried,
to keep the truth alive.

Forgive me for my past,
This, is all I ask.
These truths are hard to grasp,
but they'll make our love last.
And time,
time will heal us fast.

— The End —