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maybe
if I write a poem
that encompasses
all of
my thoughts,
I can finally stop thinking

but
since all my thoughts are about you
I don't think
there are enough lines
or words
or letters

so I think
I will continue to write
all my ideas and poems
and all it-
until you finally
think of me too.
 Nov 2013 sinderella
Emily
Sexy
 Nov 2013 sinderella
Emily
You're so ****
I know it's a fact
Because my wild
Imagination
Tells me so
I want you so bad.

© Peyton 2013
What is love?**

Is it the warm feeling you get
in the middle of the night
when you simply imagine his face
illuminating before your eyes,
blinding you to realize what's real
or fake?

Is it the uncontrollable smile you have
when you hear him call your name
as the sound of his gentle voice
carries the name as though it were
fragile as a delicate flower
living through a harsh winter?

Is it the butterflies that flutter in your stomach
as he leads you into
one of those breathtaking hugs
which causes your heart beat
to be off rhythm for just those
everlasting seconds?
 Nov 2013 sinderella
Smita
Mirror
 Nov 2013 sinderella
Smita
The silence grows deafening,
and the stillness screams;
the darkness over powers me.
i look all around and i see mirrored walls.
and in them the eyes!
eyes that bore into mine seemed to accuse,
they seemed to resent being trapped in here;
along with the very ghost.
i whirl around and see another pair,
appraising the view and seemingly smug.
so terrible yet so beautiful,
and wondering when the show ended.
i close my eyes, my heart speeds up,
i turn slowly and find another image.
hungry and dangerous the eyes came nearer,
with every step going backwards,
the ravishing the ravenous eyes came closer.
till i could smell her breath on mine,
intoxicating, alluring and beckoning me,
till i could fight it no more.
i tried to turn my face and again,
she smiled and waved at me,
she trilled a little laugh;
at my terror stricken face.
the sound reverberated off the walls,
that were also mirrors.
"why are you scared" she looked at me,
"we are all a part of you,
we sleep with you and wake with you,
and eat with you and we watch you ****.
we are your nightmares revisited,
we are the unspoken dreams,
the tales untold, the songs unsung.
all your deeds good and bad,
come undone with us.
for we are your friends and family,
we are only, you."
she bared open her heart
and i saw that it was mine!
and i heard the songs of the requiem,
or was it only my scream?
trapped within my own mind,
with the inner spirit.
she tortured me and tormented me,
till i was no more.
but when i start to think of it,
was it all just a dream?
but then she comes at night to me
and then i see it was me.
I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
over parents, lovers, a keen
riding over truth and detail.
I thought growing up would be
this rising from everything
old and earthly,
not these faltering steps out the door
every day, then back again.
 Nov 2013 sinderella
M
Show me the array of lights in black
Show me rolling green ribbons
Show me lighted, artificial trees that touch the sky
Show me the Guatemalan northern lights at dusk  
Show me Italian pathways

Show me sweet nothings
Show me secrets with just the touch of your lips
Show me how to feel your heart beating
Show me how to breathe in your love

Just show me.
 Nov 2013 sinderella
Emma S
If I was a little skinnier, prettier, funnier
Would you want me then?
If I was smarter, cuter, fitter
Would you look at me then?

Six days a week I stand in that gym
Working so hard to make you see me
To look at me and not feel disgusted
To make you look at me and want me

If I just get a flat stomach, nice arms and skinny legs
Will you find me beautiful then?
Or will I need to buy more make up, new nail polishes and cuter outfits
To make you think about me?

Or should I just stop
Just crush the mirror that's laughing at me and watch the glass fly
Should I just stop breathing...
Would you think about me then?
 Nov 2013 sinderella
chloe marie
we live in a wasteland
built by the madmen and
founded by demons
we wade through this sea
of chains and barbed wires
while they simultaneously
suffocate and scar,
killing us both slowly...

you can remind me
as much as you like
that there is good in the world
yet even though that might be true
it doesn't change the fact
that in every corner
of our realm of insanity
evil lies and lurks

no matter where we go,
there will always be darkness
terror hidden in the shadows
searching for a soul to feed on
for they are nothing but
dead and decayed wisps of anger
impatiently stirring fragments of hatred

who wait for you to come along
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