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Rachel Johnson Dec 2014
If I could write you a letter, it would be a mile long
And I would fill it with everything I meant to say
Every love note I had saved for a later date combined into one
Because that later date came all too soon and your love has expired and I need you to know these things:
i. I love you. I love you with every fiber and nerve and cell in my
   bruised and scarred body, and nothing will change the longing I have
   for the comfort of your arms.
ii. I regret nothing. And you know what I'm talking about, and I'm  
    telling you now that I regret nothing. I was loved and I would not
    change a thing. You set me free.
iii. You are human. You will royally **** up just like everyone else.
     That's okay. You don't have to save everyone. Save yourself.
vi. No matter what, I care.
hallucinations Dec 2014
teeth sunk into the flesh
of a lover,
white dress, pure.

crimson, like roses,
like blood
both intoxicating;
sweet, sickly

eyes blazing,
like fire.
raging with hatred
that fills the heart of
a broken down soul

the promises that were made,
abandoned, like the lover
you left at the alter  

                                                        ­      ( “i do” , as love spews,                                                     with blood
                                                           ­           out of the wounds
                                                          ­    that your hands claw at)
twenty-fourteen|(c)hallucinations
skyblueandblack Dec 2014
I want to do away
with worry and fear…
inhaling deeply
letting the sharp salt air
permeate through my lungs

I want to look out
where the sky meets the waves
at the water’s edge
in a brazen, passionate kiss~
a wanton embrace
at its farthest horizon

I want to look up
and be blinded by the brazen sun,
forcing me to close my eyes
and bathe in its warmth
listening to its solitudinous soliloquy

I want to read  to my hearts content.
I want to write ~
write
until my mind becomes a blank canvas..
pouring,
emptying
releasing everything,
bleeding gold and silver
onto pristine parchment,
.. and having the golden sun bathe it
in crimson
as it sets.

I want to paint with the Master Artist
along the azure sky,
our brush strokes illuminating the hues
of sunset and twilight,
and moonlight;
the reds, oranges, pale pinks and yellows and lilacs;
our hands resting into the deepest blacks
in the depth of night
the stars, sparkling like diamonds

I want to be in flight
and chase the sunset
and the sunrise,
and mark the time
by the passing of the two twilights.

I want Love.
I want You.
http://skyblueandblack.com/2014/05/14/longing/
WickedHope Dec 2014
I've decided to stop sleeping altogether.
((Rhymes With Purple, where are you?))
Freddie Rogers Nov 2014
Lonely and conflicted within
He loses interest yet stays persistent
Suspect to evil and sin

Pure heart yet cold soul
Good intentions yet no goal
Clapping to the beat of his heart
He cries out to every living part

Heart numb with fingers ******
Blurry path leads him to everything muddy

What more is there to this life?
Every girl wasn't much
Any drug with a button touch

I don't know how it got so bad
Everyone was once there like dad
All forgot and everyone's grown
I guess I'm better off on my own
abandoned at the alter--
or just abandoned.
I have nothing to hold on to
except the tatters
of this deceased
laced satin, this crumpled
veil, covering hope and covering light.
one shoe, its matching partner had scuffs to
begin with--what a fraud.
white is supposed to be the color of new beginnings
and black is for funerals--
but I guess white is the new black,
I'm left to fend by myself, nothing
to celebrate--
the cake was too pretty to be eaten
anyway.

and don't you know it,
we're all in our wedding dresses,
looking abstractly at broken watches,
dust-filled corners,
waiting for the groom
that will never
come.
how hopeless
my throat is dry,
my eyes are wet.
my heart is broken,
and my arms are ******.
my hands are shaking, in tune with my voice.
I cannot understand why I was the one who was chosen to be tortured in this life.
abuse, addiction, and abandonment
have all touched me somehow on my short time here on earth.
I wish to fly away and never look back,
this place is not home.
I never can feel comfortable, or calm.
I am constantly worried or in pain
and I am SICK of this current ******* LIFE I was so unmercifully given.
so **** the people who have hurt me,
I will show them how much stronger I am than they shall ever be.
I will finish this life , one way or another.
I will prove to people that even through the pain and darkness, there can and WILL be light!!!
Victoria Johnson Oct 2014
Don't ask me for favors,
I am not free.
I just wanted you to love me,
Can't you see?
I gave you what you wanted,
(Thinking maybe you'd want me)
But you thought I was,
Just doing this for me.

I wasn't trying to use you,
I felt used by you.
But you were never sure,
What I wanted you for,
So used was all we were.

You tell me how you love her,
And you'll slip that ring upon her,
But you don't tell her,
(Of what I'm sure)
Deserves your biggest apology.

So don't ask me for favors,
I am not free.
All I wanted,
Was for you,
To realize you loved me.
It all came crashing down a while back.
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