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Seeking Oblivion Feb 2016
Enjoy
Reading this awkward ****
Have a room, & a chair to sit

Are you alone in there?
Do you need me? Or just some space?
If so, get off my face
If not, I need some other place

-the air'd be full of us
-the air'd be full of trust
-the air'd belong to us
-*for the air'd be full of Lust
the first lines of this text are in my bio, too
Alice Baker Feb 2016
I am scared
I want you to know
How the mirror makes me shake

I cannot get out of bed
Yet I cannot sleep

But

You won't understand
I won't let you

This is private
You don't get to see
This

I've made that mistake
Too many times
I suffer alone
My smile is forged
From the belief that

I can do this
And just maybe
You'll believe it
I don't have anyone close to me because I've scared them all away.
hadley Jan 2016
his sweet breath
a siren song
what can I say?
see, I breath only in prose
so broken that it takes transcription
just to utter a word
when the floodgates of my mind are open
my tongue knows no boundaries
the flower of my words
sweet on my lips
candied roses
I sigh in sonnets
only later to realize that
the song had been rewritten

as
                the
words          
          tumbled
out                

the candy are now cough drops
a hint of what they appear to be

      
his breath is a siren song
and mine is a stanza so delicate
that it doesn't know where to start
or


stop.
hadley Jan 2016
when I begged her not to take the pills
she said "okay"
we tried to continue our meaningless dialogue
tried to play our cards casual
tried not to play at all
tried to pretend that the elephant in the room
wasn't slowly morphing into a
set of sharp teeth
a great white shark
our elephant in the room was less an elephant and more a T. rex
biting and destructive
instinctual
inevitable
ours was a story of passivity
bitter laughs
tasted of sour patch
without the sweet release
and before long, it was gone
words exchanged like candy
melted away too soon
never enough, always wanting more
Matthew A Cain Jan 2016
Excuse me,
Would it trouble you terribly so
If I barrowed this seat
This empty seat
And,
If I may impose can I steal a minute, or three?

And I simply must ask the name by which you have chosen.
For it will be known
That on this crisp morning of little significance by time
Or season,
I was given the name of an angel.

Ahah!
Yes!
Infect me with your smile
The whimsical one I spied from across this very room.

Oh but please, don’t hide your smile so lovely,
For I crave it already
And besides,
Your eyes simply cannot lie!

But wait!
You twirl your hair?
Do I make you nervous?
Surely it’s the contrary,
I swear!

You see my heart is a flutter and my stomach is churning
My mind is racing
And I am just hoping
Hoping you won’t notice

My palms are sweaty
I am speaking far too quickly,
Or that my foot is subconsciously tip-tap tapping away

But despite my anxiety threatening to steal my lips I must press on

Where were you born?
What city or town, did you or do you call home?
And I hope I’m not intruding
But do you come from a small or large family?

You ask my name and return every question in kind but I assure you my answers are rather unimportant,
And besides our time is short
And my heart is burning
I fear I cannot wait a second or minute longer

So I ask before I go
May I share another conversation over breakfast or dinner?
For it really doesn’t matter

And if you answer “no”
Just know that I will be fine
For I feared I hardly had a chance.

Scratch that
My heart will break and cry
But it comes as no surprise.

But with your fair grace I have my answer
And with elation and dread I chance to see you again.
Although a bit of a longer poem I wrote this with the intent to tell the story of meeting that special someone, that makes your heart leap and stomach churn, for the first time.
Shazia ullah Jan 2016
Awkward silence

Awkward silences
Where i am angry
And your ego is in the way
Silences where we want to talk
But your too proud to say "sorry"
Same bed but we are miles apart
Where i wait for you
To run your fingers through my hair
Like usual i wait for you
To help me fall asleep
But your miles away
Too proud to make the first move
'She'll get over it'
The thought is in your head
Maybe i will
But still it would be nice to see
You care
Waiting in awkward silence
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