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Arpitha Sep 16
Stop asking me
What I feel
How I feel
Why I feel

I feel nothing
and
Everything.

Everything is out of control
A game of waiting
for the end.
Jasper Sep 15
You, you can save me,
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'll get on my knees,
On the floor for you.
I'll leave my red lipstick
Wherever you walk.

Cradling you, rubbing you,
I know you want to tear it
Off of me, this lingerie,
This skin-******* lingerie.
I know you want to see
What hides beneath?
You want to make me blush,
You want to see what hides
In my heart.
It's all yours.
Take it off,
Listen to that click,
Rub it against me don't think about it do it!
Such a sweet tongue - you're already making my red velvet
Melt. I'm streaming down you, can't you feel
The undulations?
This valentines,
Let yourself be washed clean  
Of every icy sin.
Bask in my warmth,
The only warmth you get,
And then we can lay in bed
And go to sleep together
And we can shower together,
And we can be together,
And marry together,
Till death do us part.
This is sort of about self-harm, basically, but I'm not sure how obvious/subtle I am with that. Thoughts?
Reece Sep 14
I went on a jaunt through the park,
And found a man dancing underneath the stars.
Two-step, and he spun around,
His feet were so graceful on the ground.
He looked toward me and,
Extended his hand.
I didn’t know what to do,
Was this too good to be true?
Of his motives, I was unsure,
But he had this strange allure.
So, I swallowed and decided then,
To reach out and take his extended hand.

We danced in tune,
Of a melody no one could hear.
We danced throughout the night,
And though he was a stranger, I had no fear.
We moved together like we’d done this before,
But, I swear to you, this was new.
I didn’t want to go despite my intuition,
Before I knew it, the sun had risen.

We met over the course of the month,
Same spot, same time, and if that wasn’t enough.
We’d dance for hours, starting at the setting sun,
And we’d remain till the next day, when the morning welcomed us.
I never saw his face; he hid behind a mask,
But if he didn’t want to tell me, I decided not to ask.
I asked his name, but he merely shook his head,
At the time, I didn’t bother to question it.

We didn’t care if people watched,
We ignored their remarks as they gawked.
He spun me round, up and down,
Lifted me high and I touched the sky.
I was alone, but I was found,
I felt connected and like I had a crown.
Our waltz was all we focused on,
His hand in mine, things were fine, or so I thought.

One night, I was at our stage, all alone.
I had been waiting since the sun set long ago.
He was gone; all he left was a note on the ground.
I walked over, looked down, and then looked all around.
I picked it up, saw what it said,
And I finally knew who I had been dancing with.
It said a name,
One, I am ashamed to say.
Solitude,
Had left me destitute,
Now I was truly alone.
He had gone,
Left me behind,
All I had was my own.

I stood up, laughed out of spite,
And gazed up into the night.
Had I done something wrong?
Did I step on his foot or dance to another song?
Either way, he ran away,
Solitude had ruined my day.
So, figuring I was at a new low,
And needing a moment of respite,
I decided to continue dancing solo,
Throughout the night.
Sometimes, spending time alone is the best thing you can do for yourself
I saw a depressed clown haggling
at the flea market for balloons—

Joy marked down to a clearance price;
he holds onto second-hand laughter,
and a fragile piece of air tied to rubber skin.

By each nightfall he flees, on a rusted
scooter cutting through town, and his
balloons trailing like tired moons.

The crowd never cheered him on —
as he carried the silence anyway with him

J Bjork Sep 15
The pedestal has crushed
from underneath everyone’s feet,
I am now vacant of all elaborate hope
that allowed the pendulum to swing
a presence swept 100 miles away
into a stream of memory

left with such unrest
I will gorge on rumination,
fill my cup with self-neglect;
loathing in the winter breeze
I can only hope to endure
every moment into its next

My head pleads,
"you moved away,
but forgot to move on”
and despite the emptiness it creates
my heart still wants to say,
"goodbye, and so long”
06/17
J Bjork Sep 13
“Will I ever find my voice?”
The echoes bounce off buildings
collecting dust in a silent aftermath,
white noise is circulated through
indifference to what is defined
as treasure on my path

Searching from inside a trail of starlight
barely visible from lack of focus;
my wealth is discerned from
these quiet moments

So I must part ways with conversation,
and leave the skeptics
who glare their eyes
as if walking catastrophe is my niche,
the title of a book they read
page by page, words swirling in a mirage
about the never ending assumptions
of being careful, careless, or lost

A scripture of doubt is chiseled within:
"is this a vessel with any real destination?
Or has your meaning been defined
by a faulty lens,
spectacles that showcase nothing more
than a means to an end?
Or maybe you just have to stop caring
about who you might offend”
07/17
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