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we really like the way it bounced

writing you soothes me
brushing my thumb
soothes me

watching you sleep
soothes me

we awoke to you honeysuckle flavor
we awoke to be inside
that makes
dreams dream
you were there
you are here
with me

hey katelynn beth

what words
Arcassin B Jan 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

Ultimately I'd rather be a pawn in your game
Of love and trust but it was more like a game
Of life,
Let them know just how you really feel when
Your not biting off legs and your expensive
Taste for high heels,

I've begged the heavens for you to be one,
But they stand so tall and quiet,

there is no easy way to love you if you leave
me behind.

Originally i would have been a loner in a world
full of wolves that lay their seeds of hate and lust
upon the world,
Gleaming like your the only bright star in the room
of lost souls pleasing everybody through the

i feel it in the air tonight , it's everywhere in different
corners of my body, if i say you give me joy,

there is no easy way to love you if you leave
me behind.
Arcassin B Dec 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

You'll be blinded by the social scene in corners of your
Brain is shutting off right as we speak,
I'm looking at the t.v. and every lie that's spoken on
The news its what we don't get to see,
Record every moment spent with your family declaring
As an alpha, you will make decisions wisely, for the kids,
Cause they will see better days,
But get them pass these flashing screens ,
Away from the evils , away from the insane,
Won't make you a better parent than me, not being cocky,
For I prepare for every contengency,
I'll never be like the family that was birthing before me,
Carrying around secrecy like it's a sport,
I promise you all I never will come up short,
I'm still on the rise,
While you sit and just scrutinize,
I swear I will have no time,
For the ignorance that you possess,
See the fire in my eyes.
Lady Bird Sep 2016
walls closing in
no where to turn
in this dark room

four corners
sealing the cracks

being cautious
closed doors

lost thoughts
cubed inside

four huge walls
must get out of
this locked box
Waleed Khalidi Feb 2016
The corners whisper
A familiar tune
A nostalgic ill
A melodic gloom
A hopeless ode
A call to the moon
The corners whisper
They'll fall in soon
Hank Helman Oct 2015
What an odd ingredient sadness is.  

It salts a tear, bittersweets a kiss,
Hungers us for the things we miss,
Ever abundant, such a convenient thing,
I can find it in everything.

A death, a birth, I cry for both,
Gild a sorrow, a wistful hope,
Ripe melancholy I savour most,
Yet a pinch too much is a lethal dose.

I was often told it shouldn’t be,
But the clown that frowns was the perfect me,
Thin taunt and cackle, ghosts everywhere,
Sometimes I hide, but it’s still right there.

Perhaps I’ll woo this lifelong friend,
Embrace this thing I cannot mend.
Odd comfort in a peculiar way,
To know this thing is here to stay.
Is sadness a bad thing?  Why?
Ciel Oct 2015
Sometimes the world hands you moments.
Quiet moments,
Like lonely late night bus rides,
Where everyone is drooping in their seats
After long days at work.
Like hospital waiting rooms,
Where people are too tense,
Mouths clenched shut,
Only opening their mouths to whisper
Words of prayer.
Like early Sunday mornings,
When family is sleeping in,
And you lie alone
With your thoughts
Your body still too heavy to get out of bed
Like trying to run through water.
These small moments,
These little gifts can be wonderful,
Until the loud silence
Leads your mind to dark places
Filled with the wild hushed voices
You've always tried so hard
to keep untouched and noiseless,
Like you do late buses
Or waiting rooms
Or being awake early Sunday mornings.
But your thoughts drift towards them
And reach through the gaps,
Pulling and tugging at the monsters
And creatures you've tried so hard
To stuff away in the little boxes
In the corners of your brain,
Piled with forgotten toys and old socks
All of them covered in a thick layer of dust.
They've clawed out too quickly
For you to stop the probing fingers,
And suddenly you're trying hard
To stop tears from flowing,
But it's like trying to stop water from flowing
Out the gaps between your fingers,
You have no choice but to wait
Until there's no more water left to flow,
Or the bus ride is over
Or the doctor calls you over
Or you can't wait anymore
And you just have to get up
And go somewhere where the voices can
No longer be heard.
LJ Chaplin Mar 2015
We are more willing
To read palms
Than to read between the lines,
To want space but
We want to know what goes on in
Dark corners.
Lift the corners to the sky,
Squint the door to your soul,
So the past in past will lie,
Maybe now you'll smile some more.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
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