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 Jan 2016 Sasha
Styles
Stolen
 Jan 2016 Sasha
Styles
This
scared
poor child
with nothing to his name
not even a few dreams
his stomach rumbles
as his mind tumbles
even the hands of time
keep passing him by
so when it comes to a future
he is afraid of the present,
leaving him behind.
Life,
has failed him
society molesting his innocence
polluting it with filter of ignorance
draining him of his faith for humankind
a species that is more a parasite
than it is fair
he is living
but he doesn’t feel alive inside
his heart
replaced by a deep hole in his mind
His heavy eyes lie,  absent of a reply,
he faces this cruel world alone
smoking a joint
he gets high
as he wonders to himself,
Why?
 Dec 2015 Sasha
Tasia Howard
Hell
 Dec 2015 Sasha
Tasia Howard
"Back away." she said.
"My heart is dark, and my mind is no Eden,
I can't let you in, its a place occupied by my demons."

He blinked, startled at her words.
She blinked, surprised at the smile on his face.

"Come closer." he said.
"My heart is ablaze, and in my mind resides hell.
It will be the perfect place for your demons to dwell."
I am apprehensive to hold you for fear you will slip through my hands like the sand from the hourglass that keeps pouring out into my lungs and i long for the possibility to finally stop running from all the ghosts in my closet, but every time i come around they come out like the monkey on my back that i’ve had since i was eleven. How do you spell deep affection without saying it’s L-O-V-E? I rue the fact i cannot seem to open these infirm bones enough for you to make your forever home. I do not have the power to paint happiness across your skin, when i do i leave tracks of agony and it’s unbearable to watch you stitch yourself up after every love affair we hold against that lovely flesh of yours.
When you kiss me can you ******* past and all the puzzle pieces that have yet to be put together or do you taste a happy ever after?
My hands no longer trustworthy, i have seen people like buildings, abandoned after an adventure that didn't last long enough. Like the wind I am afraid of going unnoticed like a small thunderstorm I called  your happinessI do not want to be forgotten like that essay you just procrastinated to do, I do not want to be that failing grade that's suffocating you. If not for the metals I have dangling in front of my face you are the only razorblade I will ever let destroy me, each and ever scar will always remind me that with you my happiness was not faked. I am apprehensive to hold you because I don't know how to be someone you'll love.
 Nov 2015 Sasha
Love
I Love You More
 Nov 2015 Sasha
Love
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
 Nov 2015 Sasha
Alex John Peace
lust
 Nov 2015 Sasha
Alex John Peace
Your lips so soft and red,
The thoughts of kissing you is stuck in my head,
your beauty so bright and warm,
Shining through  the darkest storm,
Your eyes like fire,
Light my day,
Through darkest night,
you lead my way.

Your neck a vision,
A road to bliss,
A trail from which i plant a kiss.

Your voice like music to my ears,
The sweetest sound of your laugh,
I long to hear.
 Oct 2015 Sasha
Simon Obirek
I wish
that when I woke up,
you would finally be there.
I tried to stare into your eyes
and realised
that you were still missing
and I started drifting.

There you were
your long, blonde hair
smiling at me.
Suddenly,
caught by the headlights,
you were tossed
and when landing
your teary eyes slipped out of this world
full of smiles
romantic nights
children's laughter
blue skies
golden sunsets
and you left us all
into the darkness
and you were so afraid of the night.
I had to get out.

And when I turned to look at where you should have been
your picture looked back at me
smiling.
 Oct 2015 Sasha
Sarah Johnson
C
 Oct 2015 Sasha
Sarah Johnson
C
I tell myself to block your number; I know that's
all it would take. I tell myself to avoid the night, insidious darkness making its home inside my spine. Heart pounding, hands shaking, waiting for that call that only comes past midnight when you're stumbling and looking for someone warm to hold. You and I both know that I am weak for your arms. Each weekend finds me expectant, hopeful, trying desperately to push those emotions away. I tell myself to let you go. They've been saying it for months; you're no good. But your mouth, those lips, what your hands can do to me. You're just another way to destroy myself. Slowly, achingly-- we both know how this is going to end.
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