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 Jun 2014 17th
nichole r
my world
 Jun 2014 17th
nichole r
My whole world is crumbling
like a cookie
dipped in milk
pieces left drowning
because who cares
about just one cookie?

My whole world is burning
like white, crisp paper
that was lit
on fire
by a neon green lighter
the smell of smoke fills the air
ashes litter the floor
because who cares
about just one piece of paper?

My whole world is collapsing
like a happy yellow house
after a sad grey storm
chipped paint
fallen beams
wooden splinters
broken dreams
because who cares
about just one house?

My whole world is nothing
a beige wall
a blank canvas
a dropped call
a dead battery
a fizzled out light bulb
a misheard whispered word
because who cares
about just one girl?
 Jun 2014 17th
A C Leuavacant
Trees
 Jun 2014 17th
A C Leuavacant
Look at it yourself
Try Lip syncing again
Like a deep dark paraphrase
Making up words
To get yourself higher
Or maybe lower
I don't know
I'm not a judge
Just a scrap
scrap of thought
 Jun 2014 17th
Unrequited Love
Everyone always says, that they will always be there for you.

But the truth is, nobody wants to be around someone who is constantly sad.

and that's okay I don't blame them.

I wouldn't want to be around me either.
Bad energy makes bad energy please don't let me make you sad
 Jun 2014 17th
Joshua Haines
My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.

Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid

We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.
 Jun 2014 17th
VG E Bacungan
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Let love be
the force that
wakes you up
Everyday.

The drive that keeps me going. :)
 Jun 2014 17th
Aeya Jean Johnson
Don't leave.
I'm desperate for you to hear my secrets.
You can't imagine what I've been through.
You don't know about the tears
That cascaded down my
Rosy cheeks,
But you also don't know how I feel
When I'm with you.
Have I told you how
The roses long to be cradled by
The western wind?
Hold me fast while the breeze turns harsh
And cold.
Take my hand and my heart,
Dance with me endlessly.
We could be the shadows on the walls.
Treasure me:
I am fragile and breakable.
The earthquakes tear this soul apart.
I keep trying to hide behind glass and makeup.
Is it working?
Can you see who I really am?
Forever,
I want you to wait for me.
Find me,
Lost in the darkness.
You left me,
Was my mask too much,
Or my heart too little?
Prosopography Definition: a description of a person's social and family connections, career, etc., or a collection of such descriptions.
 Jun 2014 17th
Wild-Youth
Smoke.
 Jun 2014 17th
Wild-Youth
"Those will **** you, you know."
They say to me as
I take a long drag from my cigarette.
I can't help but chuckle at their naivety.
"That's the whole point."
I respond as I exhale the smoke.
The cloud of leaves my mouth
And quickly drifts away,
Just like the rest of my life will.
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