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 Sep 2013 Sir B
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 Sep 2013 Sir B
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This
    little thing
                                 was
                                           her

everything

                             of course
                        to him
                                it was
                                        not so much
Blackout poetry
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Alison Satine
it's not you
it's not you
i'm not sorry.
cotton candy kisses
valentine candies
forgive me not
poison chocolates
forget me not
this bloodlust is driving me crazy
maybe I'll be a ****** baby
velvet and blood
and creamy lace and pink guts
bitter coffee and venom laced lips
and hesitant sips
nightshade tea and pills of three
flirting with death
and stealing my breath
this murderlust is driving me mad
I'm intoxicated and I'm high
I'm in love and I'm bad
belladonna coffee in threes
mentholated cigarettes and
forgive me not
'cause I'm not
oh honey, it's all regrets
it's not me
it's not me
I'm not sorry.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Javiola Ramirez
Love comes but never leaves,
You win and you lose,
It's just the way it goes.
You find and you throw,
It Breaks as it heals,
It's just the way it makes you feel.
It cures your broken heart,
Just as it eats your manly pride,
You fly to heaven or ride in hell,
You watch as you win or cry as you fail.
It's just how it makes its ways.
One day you're happy,
Others you're sad,
Some days you're proud,
While others your down.
Love comes when you least expect it,
Not when you want it.
It makes your heart beat
with its powerful heat.
It ties you in a circle
It makes you go round and round.
It's a cycle
You'll never be loose
It's a trap that you'll never unwrap.
Love is Pure
Honesty
happiness
Loyalty
Trustful
Painful
Sadness
Depressin­g
Different
Harmful
Love Is Amazing!
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Robert Guerrero
If I could give you everything
It still wouldn't be enough
The most important piece
Scattered across continents
Sunken treasure at the bottom
Of a never ending sea
Turned to rust as it gasped for oxygen
If I could give you everything
Everything wouldn't be everything
With a broken, missing puzzle piece heart
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Mystery Girl
We are hope for others
To carry on
Taking their burdens
And making them our own
Holding their pain
So they don't feel it
Sharing the weight
Allowing them to be free
But buried beneath the weight
We struggle to stay alive
Always being beaten down
Cracking under the sheer pressure
We don't know how long
This will last
Our instincts tell us to fight
While our mentality says surrender
Grasp our hands
Let us be your hope
Bring us your burdens
We'll whisper to you
You're not alone
This was written as a collaboration with a very talented poet named Robert Guerrero. It turned out really well. Good job to us.
 Sep 2013 Sir B
Sarah
The art of hating yourself
Is not easily achieved.
It takes motavation,
Words whispered across lunch rooms,
"Ugly, fat, stupid, freak"
It takes observation,
Hours staring at the pretty faces in the magazine,
Hours of trying hard to be something else
Hours feeling more lost then when you started.
It takes practice,
Feeling insecure as you walk down the hallway
Refusing food during the day,
doing crunches by night.
And of course it takes a certain type of person
For it to really take over the mind
A perfectionist
A person with a bad past or a uncertain future
A girl who blames herself
A girl who knows its her fault
If you are truly serious
about embarking on this journey,
This journey of unsatisfaction and secrecy,
Pushing people away and always, always
Craving,
Striving,
Searching,
Starving,
Needing,
That promise of perfection,
Take a class from the master
Or two
Or three
She's right here in town
The most dedicated and driven
The best of the best
She has cultivated
The Art of Hating herself
And she's the person I see in the mirror
Staring right back at me
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