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 Mar 2015 RP
Emily Jones
If beautiful words are all you want to hear then taste the ash of my breath for only truth is burning here.

Touch my voice and know the depth of my heart for nothing but sincerity falls from my lips. Like rain it will cleanse the palate.

See the honesty within my words and know sanctity is ringing its trembling song without falsity I become humble. Truth taking hold the blooming flower you behold.

Look to her and know not truth for painted lips breed painted lies. She is not with honesty but slick with pride.

Be drunk on her an intoxication heed my warning and justification. She will lead you on and take your breath that painted temptrest is poisonous at best.
 Feb 2015 RP
N
You're gone, I'm okay
 Feb 2015 RP
N
I've come to the conclusion that it's possible to stare at the ceiling for so long you can feel it staring right back. There are some spaces on the walls that my eyes gaze onto for longer and there's some parts of my bed in which i'd rather lay. There was something about the way the sheets felt against my skin this morning that seemed as though they were trying to protect me from the truth this day would hold. There's something about the way the birds sang louder as if they were trying to overlap the sound of you leaving. There's something about the way I could feel a breeze from the door downstairs, as though you we're so rushed to get out that you couldn't take an extra moment to shut it properly. I should have seen it coming, I should have told you that you've mistaken. I should of told you that I never needed you but I never enjoyed the thought of waking up alone. There's something about the way you told me you'd never leave that sounded a lot like the way my father told my mother he loved her, I should of been quicker to point out the lie. But how do you tell someone to stay while dreaming of inviting someone else in? It was never you. It was me. Lately I've been feeling like maybe its less about the way 'i love you' sounded when i was saying it, and more about who was in mind; it was never you. I'm sorry that I'd only stay in bed with you till you fell asleep, you were simply a rain drop in the ocean. I fall in love with downpours. I love closed doors and black walls.
We're different. You're gone, I'm okay.
 Feb 2015 RP
Courtney Brandt
the first time i got drunk i was 16 years old.
the burn of ***** in my throat reminded me of how it felt to say your name and every time i see your face i can feel the bottle against my lips.
the first time i got drunk my friends and i were camping on the beach.
i havent spoken to you in months and this is the most rebellious thing ive ever done and i was used to sharing every moment with you but this was the first significant one without you and it felt amazing, so i took 6 more shots and threw up the last words you ever spoke to me.
the first time i got drunk my friends asked me to share my biggest secret.
what was i supposed to say?
that i havent spoken to you in ten months but i can still picture the way your mouth moved when you said my name?
how the box of cranberitas smelt exactly like your breath that one fourth of july i would do anything to forget?
or how about the fact that i don't miss you any more and i don't know whether to be relieved or terrified?
instead i told them that i liked to watch ****.
now i'm seventeen and i haven't been drunk since but your name still burns my throat like *****.
sorry for the hiatus!! what are commas anyway amiright?
 Feb 2015 RP
Courtney Brandt
you were always equivalent to the sun on my shoulders but now you feel like the autumn air in between my fingers. i never let myself feel how to let go and now i feel my fingers winding around your wrist and i can tell you want to leave but i cant lose another piece of me. your eyes always felt like home but now someone turned the porch light off and ive never felt so unwelcome before. i dont know how to ask you to stay especially when i know you want to leave and my soul is sinking but i cant even bring my legs to kick to the surface anymore.
 Feb 2015 RP
Flita Fernandes
He wanted to see me,
No. Not with my hair all done up,
The liner on my lids, or the
Fake smile stained with red.

He wanted to memorize my raw flesh,
Devour in the  magnificence of my soul,
Bathe from the innocence in my orbs,
And wash away the insecurities with his love.
 Jan 2015 RP
kaye
catastrophe
 Jan 2015 RP
kaye
i heard that the wind
can do as much as
turn skyscrapers into dust and rubble
and whisk away green vegetation
as it surges on unsuspecting cities.

ethan,
my heart is not a city.
and you are not the wind.
don't turn us into a catastrophe.
 Nov 2014 RP
Jaimi M
Wonder
 Nov 2014 RP
Jaimi M
You wonder
why I wiggle
so much
why my legs
bounce,
and my hands
twitch.
Truth is,
my mind
can't slow down
It doesn't know
how to take a day off,
its far too good
at tormenting me
more and more
with each
passing second.

-JRM
 Oct 2014 RP
King Bacon
That feeling
 Oct 2014 RP
King Bacon
I don’t know what to believe,
“Have faith” He told me
Faith, that was seeing beyond.
He compared it to the wind
it can be felt,
but not seen.

Its a feeling,
what I feel for someone else.
My mind can’t explain it
I  can't make it go away.
What is this?
love?

I want to share it with her,
not all of it
just the good things.
Am I wrong to want that?

I think about her all the time.

What is the point?
What do you feel?
I don’t know the words to describe it
Do you feel warmth?  
Does it feel nice?
There is more,
so much more
I know there is something missing
no not missing
stolen
Something was stolen
from me
and you....
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