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 Apr 2015 John Byrd
Jenovah
Have you ever just felt entirely small?
   Has your heart beat so fast you were sure
           it was going to explode?
Did your legs tell you to run but you couldn't?
                            
                                                 Does your head feel all light?
And your eyes a bit blurry?
You're not suffocating yet it feels like you are right?
  
             Do you have OCD? Or ADD?
   Does the style of this poetry,

                                                        ­             give
you
                          Anxiety?
 Apr 2015 John Byrd
Jayd Green
come closer, boy
taste yourself in my veins
come closer, boy
to the edge, hold my reins
hold my throat
in your fist
a damaged soul
colouring those lips i kissed

come closer, boy
close your eyes close your eyes close those
******* eyes
you can only see me in the half light
come closer, boy
only when you're lonely at night
i'll take it upon myself to leave you

gasping for breath
weak, and undressed
until you call me closer
closer and closer still
with your blue eyes
those ******* eyes
and you read me
your writing

so perfect,
come closer you say
to whisper the prose in my ear
i have to come closer still
to hear the murmurs
of your poetry
while you stroke my thigh and
call me pretty
come closer, boy
and then its me that's weak
 Apr 2015 John Byrd
Julia Elise
He pulled me towards evil
Something undeniably unforgivable
He had an angel facade
A mask over everything he was.
There was something different about him
I'd die for him.
**But he'd **** for me.
 Apr 2015 John Byrd
Kate Breanne
Should I tear myself
To pieces and glue myself
Together to look like
A piece of art the world
Would rather have seen?
Why is it that the world tells us to be "unique" but then criticizes us when we don't "do it right"?
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