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Josiah Wilson Jan 2014
You have
Always been there
Somehow
You've always cared

You are
More than I deserve
Somehow
You always end up hurt

You've got
The most amazing smile
And the
Most beautiful eyes

And all I ask
Is that you don't give up
On me
the white deer Jun 2014
for the first time, I have my hands on your hips,
and if I were a betting man I'd say the third shot of gin
is who put them there.
I am staring at your lower lip,
and you're staring at my eyes, or something.
the part of my brain that hasn't been inundated by alcohol is begging me to stop,
but the rest of me is begging you to never let go once your cold hands find my burning neck.
Sayer May 2014
the kind of questions I get are about
death and shoving addiction in my face
I realize that you want peace like I do
(we feel the need to explain to you this predicament)
I laugh because I have to-
(we've got breaking news, Sir Blank Blank Blank has been killed)
what a shame
that one can leave so soon
'
this is the place where the living no longer live
the dead live more than they do
so I wait to find a way out but the doors are locked and
the sirens are going off
and the TV turned on by itself to bring me this important message:
(Sir Blank Blank Blank has been killed)
and I wrote a note for you and your charisma
it's on the table when you come into the house

isn't it special
and isn't nice
they're dropping bombs from the planes tonight

so let your red hair drop a little farther
and let my eye be fixated on the idea
that when you leave (for good)
that one day you'll come back
at my door and fall to the ground
begging and pleading for
me to realize that you loved me
more than I loved you
but it'll be too late because
by then I'll be gone
and I'll refuse to turn back on
I am an appliance
SRS Apr 2014
I'm laying here
As the sun goes down
And asking please
Take me to a different night
Where the moon
Shines so bright
It takes away
This pain inside

I close my eyes
No more sky
And ask to dream a dream
Where I won't cry
Where I can fly
Beyond the stars I've seen
And then maybe
It'll set me free
And I will be
A better me
Than I will ever be

I'm begging now
As I drift away
Into some other place
Just let go
No one will know
And I'll be gone
I promise you
Before dawn
Roughly biting down
Iron tongue
Lungs constricted
Refusing to let
A breath escape
My pleas, silenced
There's no one to save me

Held down
Marking me up
Outlining territories
Red lines on brown sugar skin
Know it's wrong
But I play along
Convinced
Or deceived
By the word love

Eyes welded shut
Praying to fade into
Just a shadow
Splayed flat against the wall

You keep on taking
Though, there is nothing left
I'm certain I should
Stay completely still
As your arms
Steal bars
Close around me
My hope is that this is my last sad poem.
I really hope it is.
I want to be able to write poems about love and joy..
and Happiness.

Why can't I seem to find anything of that nature these days?
I hope I will.

I don't want to write about how you've hurt me,
lied to me,
cheated me,
deceived me,
and disappointed me in the way that you have.

I want to write about how in love I am,
how full of relaxation I am,
how content I am,
But I'm not.

I hope that this is my last sad poem.
I really hope it is.
I want to find a certain someone.
Who can help me with that.
For the long run.
*Always.
As if breaking up with someone once isn't enough. And to later find out that you lied? ****.
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