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 Dec 2014 Olivia
Anonymouse Jane
i swing from the chords of your voice,
in your last message.
the one where you said you'd be by later

your skin smooth and subtle
the stark lights flickering
i held onto your hand
until mine was as cold as ice

my phone left behind
filled with echoes of birthday wishes
a incessant dinging
ding
ding
don't go

i light a candle when i get home
there's no cake but i still blow out the flame
i make my only wish
to have you back
 Nov 2014 Olivia
rained-on parade
Apologies can paint these walls,
but you were always
my masterpiece.
The price of a memory is the sorrow it brings.

Semper idem.
lightning. like ego's.
your smoke curling around flashes.
in the night time, the storm drains
overflowing, settling,
piano, pensive, playing
me before beautiful eyes unfolding
then thunder. closing.
i've dreamt for too long
that there was a life
after waking, that
in the water when
we played, the waves
would carry us, swirling,
see we knew the shore,
the sand, soft rocks turning
but not the seasons,
tumbling, if only underwater
when you are weightless,
when you are invisible
forces, surrounded
if only, but
lighting, flashes
rips, ripples
sadness
 Nov 2014 Olivia
marina
sometimes if
you linger long
enough, i can
still feel you
even after you've
gone, i can still
feel you,
i can still
 Nov 2014 Olivia
Megan Grace
occasionally i feel a
need to draw you,
to paint the veins in
your arms, to write
you into the margins
of other things i'm
working on. but i let
it sit, i let it stew just
on the edge of my
fingertips and pulsing
in the palm of my
hand until it is less
of an oncoming train
and more like a paper
plane on a playground.
i draw myself, i paint
myself, i write myself
into the margins instead.
bletting- (noun) the ripening of fruit,
especially of fruit stored until the
desired degree of softness is attained
 Nov 2014 Olivia
marina
stop
 Nov 2014 Olivia
marina
(i am tired of being
the part of your song that
cannot be finished)

      -- my hands get cold
      quickly, so take them please,
      tell me you'll love me
      for one more night and
      i'll ******* like i
      believe it,
      i'll do you a favor and
      pretend it never happened
      come morning if you
      pretend that you need me
      for now--

will you not write me
down because you're scared,
or because you don't
know how?
found in my drafts
 Oct 2014 Olivia
anonymous999
your fingerprints are on my heart and i haven't quite been able to get rid of them at all
it's been six months and i owe my current boyfriend an apology because ****, i don't love him
i never asked for these lingering prints and i've tried so hard to get rid of them but tears did not wash them away, and loneliness did not erase them. now im learning that a heart in new hands will not cover your marks either and to my boyfriend, i'm so incredibly sorry, but you're not him
i'm a ****** person
 Oct 2014 Olivia
anonymous999
you never tried to analyze me.
you never took a flashlight to the darkest parts of my mind, never checked my aching bones to make sure they were alright.
you never checked my lungs to see that they were filled with water, never saw my shoulders, the burden they were under.
you only saw my face, readied and pristine, my face constantly smiling whenever i heard your name.
you never examined the backs of my eyes to see what keeps coming back, never checked my spine to see if something makes it crack.
you never checked my muscles, you never checked my heart. if you had dusted it for fingerprints, you would've only found his marks



[this heartbreak hollowed out my bones, and weighs a thousand pounds, it pushed me underwater, but your name, i can't quite drown out. you're trapped inside my head, i hope you do get out, you're the burden i am under, i really have no doubt. if you had checked for fingerprints, you wouldn't have been invested, if you had checked my heartstrings, you wouldn't have been tested.
you failed the science test this time and i'm so sincerely sorry. but if you had checked for variables you wouldn't have had to worry]
i don't even know
 Oct 2014 Olivia
wyatt rabbit
touch
 Oct 2014 Olivia
wyatt rabbit
your hands were always cold.
that should have told me.
love is supposed to be
warm to the touch
and you always felt
cold.


mndi
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