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 Feb 2015 M
darling iridescence
I'm choking on half-hearted efforts to move on and heavy nolstsgia.
not anymore
 Feb 2015 M
Dust Bowl
Echo
 Feb 2015 M
Dust Bowl
I've got a ghost in my head
His voice sounds the way your nails did
Sliding down my spine.
I've got a ghost in my head
And he keeps asking me why
I didn't let myself die.
I've got a ghost in my head
He keeps knocking on my door.
I've got a ghost in my head
Been there since the day your head
Hit the floor.

There's a little girl
Who keeps talking to me
She says I should let her in.
There's a little girl at my door
Wants to know what she did.
There's a little girl
Got a lot of questions
She wants to know why I stay hid.
There's a little girl
And shes perfect
No ones ever broken her rib.
There's a little girl
She's living in a time before
Your head ever broke
Against my bedroom floor.
 Feb 2015 M
Aubree Brianne
9:33 AM
 Feb 2015 M
Aubree Brianne
I would shower in two hundred degree water if I thought that it would get your touch off of my skin
I would dive into the coldest ocean in the world if it would freeze my brain just enough to forget you for a few minutes
I would shred every inch of my skin if it would somehow take away the pain I feel in my heart and my head
But that's the thing...
I can't detach from your grasp
My brain wouldn't forget you in a million years
And I have to bear the pain that feels like a thousand pounds sitting on my heart
Just because you left me
 Jan 2015 M
Lina
You and Me
 Jan 2015 M
Lina
If my heart was a bouquet of flowers,
The pungent smell from sitting too long would be their scent.
If life was a box of chocolates
Mine would be left with only white chocolate and mint.

If you were a type of wine,
You’d be the dry kind that burns my throat.
If our relationship was coffee,
It would be tainted with burnt espresso.

But I…I’m like a bird.
The type of bird that comes back home.
And you are the eagle.
Always wanting to be alone.

All I ask for is attention…
Love isn’t money, it’s time.
Lonely, sad, unloved…
All of these feelings are mine.

You never seem to care.
I could cry and you would laugh.
I guess I could leave again.
Just to turn around and come back.
 Jan 2015 M
Sarah
your hand slithers around my thigh
I swat at you, With a sigh.

but how I wish I never did
because I am longing for that touch
that sensation you gave me
lay me down again
pull me close
whisper secrets In my ear
now lower, lower
you come back up

see the thing is I want this from you
not just anyone
I want you to touch me in ways
where ill have poems slipping from my tongue to yours
and you'll recite them as we intertwine

you'll recite these poems on every inch of my body
leaving marks that you have been there and you have told them
"where ill have poems slipping from my tongue to yours
and you'll recite them as we intertwine"
I thought this was the perfect line
i never thought that anyone could love me
until the day i wasn't there
to love anyone else
or myself
 Jan 2015 M
Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
 Jan 2015 M
Devon Lane
Addict (10w)
 Jan 2015 M
Devon Lane
Is it considered fire if you want to be burned?
 Dec 2014 M
willow martz
this
is not
a poem.

this
is not
a poem.

no
    matter
  what i say    you
  will believe what
                                         you want.

    please listen to me.

this
is not
a poem.

please listen to me.

this
is not
a poem.

                   pl
                       ease...
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