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m i a Jan 2016
//an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody//

*>mélo/ma|nie\
My favourite word. <3
Erik Jon Jensen Dec 2015
His canvas face painted with his passions.
His color-saturated voice yearning to connect with the black and white of me.
A blissful creation reflecting the depth of his creator.
White-washed walls drawing me in
as they are filled with the meticulous strokes of
his thoughts.
A child of science enchanted by this masterpiece.

- By E. Zurales
Sharing this poem written by someone else.
J B Moore Dec 2015
I am not now, nor will I ever be
Defined by misconceptions others have of me.
But rather by my actions to those that bring no gain,
How much more so to those that caused me pain.

I am not now, nor have I ever been
Defined simply by the number of those I call my friends.
For an excess of friends can be like fame, vain and quickly fleeting
Rather I have found only a few close friends is what I'm needing.

My convictions are no restriction, at least not that I have found.
For the best way to learn is debating with one who disagrees.
It may take some time, but the truth does truly set free.

Definition like inhibitions, only weigh us down,
Clouding our careless conceptions, not allowing us to see:
We are what we do, attempting all we can surely be.

12/15/15
Emily Nov 2015
The word lingering makes me feel nostalgic. I imagine trembling fingers over soft skin with little goosebumps all over this sculpted canvas, tracing curves and edges of this human art with gentle strokes. I imagine the memory of warmth and the word "want" quickly becoming "need". I imagine lingering is used to explain the drunken feeling after a perfect kiss, the inexplicable high of pure bliss, then going back to lips that are no longer there. I imagine that lingering is a word that aches and that tingles with craving. I imagine that the word lingering misses the art that made them learn the definition of the word longing.
Rachel Julia Oct 2015
I hate labels.
so you may ask me why do you compulsively put words and purposes and dates and times on everything you have.
I hate labels but I love organization.
The problem with labels is they rarely tell the whole story.
Labels are short, just a snapshot of the essence that the thing or person boils down to
but I don’t believe anything can really be that simple.
Labels can make everything easier.
You get the main point, the thing that stands out, FAST.
but that’s like starting a story at it’s ******, you get no previous information and that high point that holds so much meaning if you've read the entire story turns flat.
A flat character doesn’t grow or change or feel all that much but they usually have a label.
Labels turn real multidimensional, complicated, interesting people into flat characters.
He is not gay.
She is not a cutter.
and He is not transgender.
They are real people and you cannot possibly fit a person into a single worded description of the thing that stands out about them or makes them different.  
That is not enough for me!
The gay guy likes ice cream and romantic comedies, he's afraid of commitment, that scar is from his own blade and he volunteers on Wednesdays.
The cutter is seventeen and she lives with her grandparents. Almost everybody shes loved has walked away.
She has hair the color of sand at the beach and she wants to work in security at the airport so she can finally have control over who leaves and who stays.
The transgender man never felt trapped in the wrong body, the world just told him that his body was wrong. He’s a freshman in college and nobody ever told him how hard it would be. He calls his mom every night because he knows she worries and he cares. He has skin the color of caramel and he desperately wants to get married.
I hope you now understand that a label is never never enough.
You could argue that I’m afraid of being defined and of defining others with just a word,
but if you ask me a fear of labels is a very legitimate, considerate, and justifiable fear to have.
Labels are simply not enough.
And that's why I hate labels.
BeautifulIrony Aug 2015
Definition : Love

1: characteristics  that make a person

2: unexplaibly beautiful
No words can fully
Describe you and I.
Not one, not five.
Not an infinite amount.

Words are
Never enough.
There is always
More to be said.
A person is always
Beyond definition..


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
anxiety is not panic;
it is insidious -
cool slimy thoughts
slither
snakes winding through the
dusk of my senses.

worse,
it whispers doubt
to chill the faithful muscle
pounding relentless against
my breast
Sara Jones Aug 2015
Euphoria
Her definition was once "a state of intense happiness"
Now,
Her definition is "crying until God decides to numb your pain"
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