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anon May 2015
His eyes were empty
but filled me with life
His hands were cold
but warmed my heart
I knew his lips spoken words of pain but his kiss numbed me
He had been broken before
But he completed me now
I've seen the girls staring at him
Who could blame them?
He was beautiful
He taught me that some people can only give what they can't receive
Mike Essig Apr 2015
Although I am
the most radical
of atheists,
each night
I fall asleep
praying to
whatever gods
may be
to send you
in my direction.

~ mce
Justin S Wampler Mar 2015
My hands fascinate me
because all I have left
of her is the dirt under
my fingernails.

The lines in my palms
all point towards the
past and everything I've
ever held.

And my fat knuckles
are getting harder and
harder for me to keep
cracking them.

Nails, bones, knuckles,
tendons, joints, creases,
cuticles, scars, burns,
varicose veins.

No two hands are
ever held the same.
Michael Caio Mar 2015
I fly nowhere with screams
Hollow vocals are broken dreams
Maddy Van Buren Mar 2015
I am writing angry poetry to a boy who doesn't read
I am praying no good prayers to
a God who doesn't listen
And I am making a peace
with the chaos that lives inside me
Mel Aug 2014
Adapt & absorb other beings,
needs,wants, habits, ideas, beliefs.
Influences, unoriginal.
Metamorphosis,
eternally avoiding the raw,wicked truth of your inner soul,
drop the ******* facade, it is futile and ludicrous.
Analyze,compare, identify, mimic, imitate, copy,shift, evolve.
Perpetual cycle.
Veiled false identities and lies,
layers upon layers, shirk the pale shadows of who we used to be.
Shall we continue?
Contradiction.
Fools, to believe that one can ever change.
Proviquis Feb 2015
I hate being lonely,
Yet I'm always alone

I've been sober for 4 years,
Yet I drink every day

I don't drink caffeine anymore,
Yet I drink 3 pots of coffee a day

I'm trying to acquire good karma,
Yet I drove past the person stuck in the ditch
Moon Humor Jan 2015
The lust we share on cold midnights, lucid
and gentle but so passionate and rough
can keep me hypnotized. Translucent blue
eyes shine like moonstone, glinting bright with love
hidden from sight. I want to call you mine
but I know better than to pine over
a man up way too high, stuck on cloud nine
not planning to come down or to get sober.
I’ll let myself get lost a little while
in the forest of curls behind your ears.
I’ll wander your body concealing smiles
that give away feelings that interfere
with the promise to love myself before
someone else. I am who I’m living for.
A sonnet written in iambic pentameter complete with rhyme scheme.
Meg Howell Jan 2015
The cold makes a fool of my body
Shivering, shaking
What a beautiful contradiction
The glorious sun
With the freezing weather
Rhianecdote Jan 2015
Sometimes there's
nothing more beautiful
than things left unsaid...

                     And sometimes
                      there's nothing
                                 worse.
The conflict between endless possibility and certainty is something that leads to the contradiction that is my life.
Each bring their own comforts and pitfalls, possibility allowing for hope, but is it false?
Certainty allowing for self assurance but at the cost of imagination and potential.
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