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Things that nobody talks about:
The desperation of loving someone who doesn't love you
How the sun feels warmer when you've spent a year being cold
The feeling of weightlessness after crying yourself to sleep
When he stares long and hard at you and smiles softly, making your eyes feel shy even when you are not
How people who used to exist in your orbit still take chunks off of your surface, even when you've taken so many hits you hardly exist.

Things that nobody talks about:
Even when you've moved on, even when you've found someone who loves you more, even when you've discovered better things, your skin remembers things best forgotten.
 Jul 2014 Nameless
Tom Leveille
i always thought
you were thru traffic
that you were just jet lag
background noise
the kiss in the rain
i've never had
but what if you aren't?
what if this
was the thousandth time
i have loved you?
what if this is just a fresh coat of paint?
what if god
keeps a handkerchief
soaked in the day we met
next to his bed?
maybe theres a reason
i reach for no one in bed
the way i would
if someone used to be there
you know, they say
the road behind us
is littered with things
we couldn't hold onto
i wonder how many times
you've slipped through my hands
like hour glass sand
do you know
how much erosion you've caused?
i heard cupid
stopped keeping count
of how many times
we came together
just to come apart again
maybe it was just a rumor
it makes me think
about how many times
i've almost had you
like if all this talk
about history repeating itself
endlessly replaying is true
i wonder how many times
things have happened already
like the time
i tried talking you
into loving me back
back fired
or the time i could have sworn
jesus & lazarus were playing chess
with my heartbeat
but it was only you smiling
how many times
have i tried to tell you
how many times
have you read this poem
how many times
have i tried not to meet you
in my dreams anymore
it's like sleep tries to warn
me of what's happening
before it does but
i keep having this dream
where i tell you bedtime stories
and each one
is a different way you die
and in every one
i can never save you
it's like you're this song
i have on repeat
and every time it starts over
i forget the words
it's like you picked up the book entitled "us"
and the back cover
said you'd leave
so you never bothered reading it
tell me you aren't
going back in that bookstore
just to do it again
or will you tell me tomorrow?
or is this the time
you don't say anything at all?
if this has all happened before
if we call it quits
before we begin
from the beginning
i just want to ask you
to be my fire
because i am tired
of these old lives
and i'd like to see them
 May 2014 Nameless
this is an open letter to anyone who has the audacity to try and love you like i did.

dear whateverthefuckyournameis,

i apologize in advance for spilling my boiled blood on the hem of your skirt. what you need to understand, is that you are standing on ground previously reserved for my feet, so forgive me for any bitterness that seeps through the cracks in my clenched fists. i don't hate you, but i can't be your friend. you probably don't know about me, and if you do, let me commend your bravery. i have a tendency to set my problems on fire, and in my bouts of anger everything looks flammable, especially girls with paper complexions. i'm sorry. i have never been one to walk away, so i don't know how to explain to you the holes in the bottoms of my shoes. but i have been further than you will ever go. this is not supposed to be an angry letter, but lately that's the only thing coming out of me. i don't even know your name but the thought of your hands reaching for him makes we want to break them. i will douse your dreams in gasoline and strike the match against your cheek. but i know that's not right, see, the poison crawling out from the end of my pen belongs to a scarier version of myself i try not to know. my heartache is an insatiable war cry in the dead of night, that will stop at nothing to shatter all your windows. it shames me to admit that i've found a sort of twisted satisfaction in using passive aggression to breach your armor. i am sick with missing a set of arms i was not privileged enough to know. i speak with all the grace of an atom bomb and wonder about the rubble at my feet. you are white picket fence and i am barbed wire. some girls are lions, some are lambs, and i learned to love, teeth bared and snarling. one of the only things that keeps me going is the hope that one day i'll learn how to love something without making it bleed. i may have never been his, but for a time he was mine, so please understand why i taste acid when i think about your mouth on his. again, i am sorry. i know it is not my place to be so full of resentment, but there is a part of me that sincerely hopes it bothers you to know he dreamt of me before you were even a thought. there is a side of me that thrives on the image of the color being drained from your face when you read this. but i am trying to learn how to be softer. this letter is the manifestation of a self-inflicted war that has been raging in my chest since he first told me about you. you will try to be good to him, and you might even succeed. if you ever find yourself singing him to sleep, like i did, don't ask if he wants to hear another song, just keep going until his breathing slows.

- m.f.
 Apr 2014 Nameless
cheyenne skye
rules are made to be broken,
and lines are drawn to be crossed,
but hearts were not made to be shattered

so please tell me,
why did you do it?
 Apr 2014 Nameless
Zanele Tlali
 Apr 2014 Nameless
Zanele Tlali
A single word.
Short and sweet like the events that proceed the emotion
An emotion.
Invisible to all eyes
Except the one it is home to
Eyes that are as blue as the ocean
And yet as captivating.
They have to be mysterious, dark, deep and
Eyes the window into one's heart.
Not mine though.
My eyes lie
Deep enough to drown
To drown the emotion in
Dark enough to hide the tears that rain down
To wash away the pain
They are too blind to see the tears hidden in my dark brown eyes.
These are tears caused by pain.
"Push harder"* I scream,
As your fists attempt,
To regain a pulse,
And send blood surging through,
My non-existent heart beat.

"Push harder" I scream,
As your lips dampen mine,
Transferring fresh air,
And leaving it to inflate,
My corrupted lungs.

"Push harder" I scream,
As your eyes stream wet tears,
But my mouth remains,

Your screaming for me.

*But I can't breath.
I can't breath...
Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?
I promise I won't blame you,
I don't have the guts to leave.
 Dec 2013 Nameless
Bailey Cahill
One empty heart locket,
With no pictures inside
You said never take this off,
Wear it everyday.
Maybe it was to remember.
To remember all of our memories
On that day.
The day you became my family.
The "unknown to you" lie
You were telling me
Would stay in my head forever.
A lie too simple to not believe.
You said,
"I'll never leave."
And in my fairytale world,
I sure believed you.
But when I opened my eyes,
My best friend was gone.
I will not forget
The memories you left
And I will remember
The lie you spoke to me.
My tiny heart locket
Still remains empty,
But on the outside,
There is a date.
The date you became a part of me.
The date I got
That little heart locket.
The date you told me
We would put a picture of us
In that little heart locket.
The date you told me
That simple promising lie.
And now as I remember
That date while holding
My empty little heart locket,
I wish I could go back in time;
Back to my fairytale world.
Back to you,
Back to the time
You weren't going to leave,
Back to the time I didn't have to wonder
If you ever thought of me.
Now my fairytale lives on,
But only when I close my eyes.
I'll never forget it
Because I still have my
One empty heart locket.
Dedicated to my aunt who decided to leave. Thank you
 Dec 2013 Nameless
Nat Lipstadt
"I'm enough of an artist
to draw freely on my imagination.
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world."

"I live in that solitude which is painful in youth,
but delicious in the years of maturity."

"A happy man is too satisfied with the present
to dwell too much on the future."

"Good acts are like good poems.
One may easily get their drift,
but they are not rationally understood."

"The true value of a human being is determined
primarily by how he has attained liberation from the self."

"Why is it that nobody understands me,
yet everybody likes me."

and lastly,

"With fame I become more and more stupid,
which of course is a very common phenomenon."

Albert Einstein
I would like to run my five fingertips
all over your carnal curves and contours
in every crevice, crack and concavity
in the vast canyons of your brilliant mind
dive into the ocean of your subconscious
delve into the deep valleys of your psyche
spelunking in the caves of your desires
uncover the ancient arcane secrets
hidden in the space behind your vibrant eyes
let us lay among the old oaks and laugh
arm in arm, soul in soul, floating upon
velvet sunsets on sweetest summer days
until the oceans dry, the ground cracks, and
the sun dies, I will never leave your side.
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