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 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
Kelly
he wants to show me his city
i want to show him mine
i'll take you all around town
then you could go downtown

i don't want to wait too long
i'm falling in love with who i think you are
this is around about the time when
their incorrect
ambiguous direction of thought,
changes your perspective of them


it gets you that feeling of
wanting to be in solitude forever
i tried it out
and it is soul *******

i'm thinking it is not for me
getting back up from within the dark
dusty
cold
twisted
corners of my mind;
became rather difficult.

i hate that i fell
i hate that my mindset suggests i'm dead
i hate that out of all things
my mind will be the death of me
partying, music in the car,
talking to each other.

they are friends, we
all went riding, early autumn.

yet, they did not see
the kite fly over, the teasels,
butterflies on buddleia.

they looked at each other,
they are best friends.

sbm
You keep asking what I want
But do you really want to know?
I want the stars in the skies
I want the stars in your eyes
I want the thoughts you push through your mind
that help you not to cry.
I want you.
I don't want you.
I want to do
Something that makes you see
I'm not the person that you see
The person that I ought to be
And these are the thoughts I push through my mind
that help me try to cry
On the nights I feel I deserve it.
I want you, I need you, I long for you, have to have you.
I don't want you.
"I love you" are the words silently whispered to his neck
But suddenly my arms are wrapped around your chest instead
Lulling you to sleep
Forcing me to try to speak
All these words to you because
You want to know, don't want to know
I want you.
I don't want you.
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
hello
wake up in the morning sighing
today i'll have a good day
today i'm gonna be happy

but the thing i can't get across
is the sighing.
i don't say it like i really want it
even though i really do
being sad 24/7 is starting to take
a toll on my body.
and you!
you!
you!
you!
why do i ******* miss you so much
when all you did
was **** me and hurt me
when all you did was say you love me
just to touch me
and why the hell
did i fall for that?
i still don't know the answer.
you throw our glass in the air
and it smashes on the floor
and you think you can just take
tape and make it okay again
by saying how good you'll make me feel
or how dumb you are for
letting me go.
why are you realizing this now?
if you really felt this way,
you would've confronted me
with your worries so we can work them out together
as a **** couple
but instead you decided
that one mistake and i was done for
even though i forgave you
so many times
i gave you so many ******* chances
way too many
i only heard one small thank you
that probably wasn't even sincere.
so i'm done asking nicely.
get the **** out of my head.
stop trying to come back
because right now
i am too weak to push you away
i loved our memories
i loved your lies
this sickening disease is
killing
me.
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
JR Potts
We were misfits
the neglected *******
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.

Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.

We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)

We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
AJ
I have been tired,
For a long time.
And I'm just about ready
To go to sleep for good.
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
Sarina
He lived in the perfect place
for a trailer park,
but his had the only wheels for miles. It
was a cemetery with just one

dead body,
a morgue with a single
black garbage bag.

We had a funeral for my hair
when he held
scissors to my skull, and swallowed my
motor cortex so I would never

run away – a promise
that he needed to check for silkworms
in case that is why my hair

stayed so soft.
My braids went into the plastic bag

and his tongue danced down my throat
daring me to move
saying he would love to
see me bend all my bones for him.

All his blankets were green
like the forest,
all his walls made of wood paneling –

me, the last young thing
and he buried me alive in his bad breath.
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