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 Feb 2015 al
Kiah Griffin
A part of me wants you back,
But a part of me don't mean jack.
When I look at what we had,
I remember,
happiness only exists in an hourglass.

k.g.
 Feb 2015 al
Only For You
jailburg
 Feb 2015 al
Only For You
criminals go to jail all of the time
for killing&stealing;

and taking peoples lives away from them

you killed me in every way

but i see you
every single day
walking the streets freely
i try to put my feelings in words,
but its just gibberish
 Feb 2015 al
Tupelo
Sunday
 Feb 2015 al
Tupelo
It's been awhile now,
Since I have sang my sins,
Even after a thousand broken hymns,
I still reside on my knees,
Praying to an unfamiliar face,
Studying the sound of your scripture,
I followed the rules and everything,
But still I reside on my knees,
Hoping that one day my thoughts will clear,
And your name will shine from my tongue
 Jan 2015 al
Anneke
Winter is going to **** me-
force me to dig my own grave
and shove me in it
before I can catch my breath.
 Jan 2015 al
Olivia Kent
COMFORT
 Jan 2015 al
Olivia Kent
I sat beside you.
Silently, as I'm so very tired.
You reached out for me.
You grabbed my hand.
****** my fingers,
Made them wet.
Babies always shove everything in their mouths.
I'm sure you know what they're like,
(C) LIVVI
 Jan 2015 al
ashleigh
craved out
 Jan 2015 al
ashleigh
i crave him, he craves her
you crave me, she craves you
strange, isn't it?
opposites attract
 Jan 2015 al
Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
 Jan 2015 al
spacegirlxnx
Untitled
 Jan 2015 al
spacegirlxnx
there were galaxies between us
but you still needed space.
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