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Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.
 Jan 2013 Sarah Writes
LACS
You're so beautiful
and I feel fake
behind glass
and strings
and someone else's voice.

You're so beautiful
and I feel wretched
inside this skin
and head
and someone else's speech.

You're so beautiful
and your brilliance hurts me
and inspires
and breaks
and enlightens
and smothers me whole.

I've been buried in your creation,
It's time that I am born
to make my own revelation.
 Jan 2013 Sarah Writes
M Clement
Under the steam and jets of pressure
I held my face to my hands
And created a pressure from muscle
Bone to muscle
And various tissues in between
Leading to flesh
Pressing against flesh

I wanted to remold my face
To change my appearance

I can't explain it
I think I'm sick
And no, this is not
Pre-teen melodramatic ****

I mean sick
I'm dripping ink
Drowning in sin.
I don't know where up is
Or where to begin...
I hate this, but it's nonetheless true.
 Jan 2013 Sarah Writes
JJ Hutton
so we undressed
and I didn't finish
and you felt self-conscious
and refused to read to me
like you did the night before
so I didn't sleep
but you did
and your brow was a shelf
and I wiped it off
like I did the night before
so the morning would feel clean
yet I missed a spot
and you said no one loved like me
and that wasn't a good thing
like a songbird that was more showboat
so I'm sorry lukewarm newspapers
and two wine glasses
and too empty
and you bit my lower lip until blood was drawn
like a misery, like a static radio song
so I bit your lower lip until blood was drawn
but that wasn't an anchor
but that wasn't a tether
but that wasn't criminal
like the soap operas and the 51st shade of grey
so we undressed
and turned on the history channel
and it didn't go anywhere
and you said history was for the historians
like ******* was for lovers
so we dressed
and you were a child in my clothes
and I talked down to you
and you took one last drink of my cologne
like a closing hymn collapsing on a dime
 Jan 2013 Sarah Writes
Chuck
The moon said to the stars, "May I please dance with you?
Your twinkle steps look so fun to do.
"Moon, who do you think you are?
You're near the Earth, and we traveled so far."

"I know who I am. You should see.
I light the Earth at night. They need me.
But you give off this magic light too.
That's why I really want to dance with you!"

"Yes! We understand what you mean.
All of our dancing create a magical scene.
We discussed it, and you're a friend indeed.
That's why you should always take the lead!"
Took a shot at a children's poem. My dancing daughter was my muse.
 Jan 2013 Sarah Writes
M Clement
I'm drunk off emotional musicians and vitamin water
Too much vitamin C and musical wrist slitting
Too inappropriate?
I'm not going to ask for forgiveness.

Get the **** out of the car
I don't care if we're going 90 miles down the road
If I said I wanted you out
I want you out

This is pure *******
Uncommitted
Unfiltered
Unwanted
Accept the three you's
And learn to accept me.
It's like how to wrongs don't make a right
But three rights make a left

Disney Cartoons that no-one enjoys
Put your hands in the air
One more round of exotic-bird bingo

Bury me deep in the ground with a ******* *****.
Leave me nothing but a tombstone
Inscribed
"Here lies a self-righteous *******.
Always thought his **** was better than
Everyone else's."

Did I ever tell you,
I stole my best friend's girlfriend?
And then broke her heart on her birthday?
I'm a ******' joke.

I'm not even rhyming anymore
It's not like I care.
There's no form here
My soul laid bare

Play with me a bit.
I'm here, so **** me.

Soothing lyrics whispered into ears of babes
Drowning in bath water.
I haven't talked a while
To my father's daughter.
I just hurt myself with my own rapier wit
Cutting goes both ways
I'll admit.

****, this poem stings
Coming off a lyrical ******
Called this the right ****
But my alignment's off-center.
 Jan 2013 Sarah Writes
L B
He was robotic
Devoid of human emotion
Illogically logical to a fault was his cover
He never really said where he was coming from
The blanket of positivity he engulfed himself in,
was truly a layer of *******.

He could be so sweet when hugging and kissing
Giving so much pleasure with his mouth when it was quiet but busy
His words were daggers in my heart and my mind
Fingers trained to please at certain, very specific times.

Body turned to ice.
Impenetrable walls.
Hiding in his cave.
Hiding in his logic.
Hiding in his work.
Hiding - in how things needed to be, for him.

Communication, smashing my head
against the brick wall of his empty chest.

A Goddess - sitting right in front of him
All her love to give.
He had none for himself, hence, none for her.

He made her think she was crazy.
Unconstant boundaries of steel.

You wasted my time.
I was falling for you, again.
Hardest rejection.
Text, false words, internet.

You're not a real person,
You're a robot with a small *****.

So damaged, beyond repair.
No compassion, no understanding.

Hot, Cold, Frozen.
Barred gates.

"You're an *******".
So far away.

Goodbye for the second time.

Never resolved.
I still want to understand.
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