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Crimsyy Sep 2016
Hanging on a thin thread,
at any moment,
you'll transform into the rain;
you'll just drown me
*down the drain.
Genevieve Aug 2016
She's a deep breathe of happiness
Or at the very least
She's not sticky with the muck of sadness

I can see it now.
Why you needed them
Your light in the darkness that was my life
Your life vest in my treacherous waters

Baby, I'm the shark.
And the sad fact is
I may be made of fire
But I am no beacon of hope, light, and laughter

It doesn't make you a bad person
To not want to burn for me
Like I burn for you
This is what love looks like for me

But I am certain,
If you ask,
They'll see my shade of grey
and not just your black and white.

I release the smoke in the night,
Not the blackness itself
Think on that, if you will think on me at all.
In the mean time
Know that I finally understand
Why you needed all of them.
Some people just cannot see the middle ground. This is the shade of grey in your black and white world. Likewise, realizing my own affect on those in my life has been eye opening.
Isabella Rossi Jul 2016
My top and bottom eyelashes

Get tangled up in a twist

When we kiss

You ring me out

Like a ***** rag

All my feelings gushing

Out

Into your drain of a mouth

You spin me around

Little tea-cup, equipped with a steering wheel

I want to throw up

You make me sick, nauseated

With this thing called puppy love
Colten Sorrells May 2016
from day to day
I live my life
trying to avoid distractions
the modern world
and all it's noise
aren't to my satisfaction

I find no reason,
find no rhyme
in these advanced
and backward times
but I have found a time machine
it's in my yard
the trees

I hear
the whispers
of the stream
that runs
not far below my feet
far from the toxic,
*high-tech toys

that make that
high-pitched
buzzing noise

those LED lights
*flood my brain

magnetic fields can leave me drained
but plants
exude an energy
*that can recharge my batteries
Sethnicity May 2016
Love Drain
love made in violent vain
I Love You like rain to surface
Fall with purpose to soak in your surplus
The center of My Force My Revolution shall swell
Eyes high rise toward your eminence and grassy swale
Riding the current of your emotion to cool the hot springs
I dilate in your atmosphere and precipitate in the fruitful crescent
I and You and doves so blue souls cry 2, eye pour through effervescent
eMotions are omens & they are super fictitious holograms of Our notions  
Mere bubbles between bed sheets fun loving like stubble against peach cheeks
As I meringue on your meridians and salsa on equinox rusty chains and locks
Oxidize wonder why the tied boat rocks el nino blood rush through; paradox
Windy lox mingle and meddle, moving Our bits around where they settle
So forlorn when we change our minds these sandy sheets return in time
More than a marriage some say mysterious formations most lascivious
You carry a womb-full, ***** whales snail hermits and sea serpents
The swollen members of loves winter and a bed to lay Our head
As you satallite through solar wind to excite my Skye
In thought mine cloud cover your spots, fly
In estuaries lakes Love drain over Thee
The seven sides of You and I
We ride mystic gravity
Nonexpeditiously
Pitter patter
Violet Rain
Droplets
Because
Love is.
To me
Purple
Sake
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A Love Poem
All lines Produced, Deleted, Captured, Re-titled, Revised and Lived by Sethnicity

Rest in Peace Sweet Prince
MJ May 2016
Yesterday, I smiled.
All my worries fled.
Today they came back to **** me.
Tonight, I fear, I bled.

Why do I bother with laughter
When all that water will drain?
I can do it myself.
I can substitute laughter with pain.

Don't tell me to quit my moping.
You don't know what I'm crying about.
You know, part of me is still hoping
That someone will figure it out.

Then I remember, I'm on my own now.
So I guess I'll be bleeding alone.
No more dreaming of sleeping in someone's arms,
My pain and my tears are my own.
Kerri Apr 2016
The cold locket
She gave you
Slipped from your neck
Falling between
Your bare *******
And down past
Your broken heart

You hugged
Your knees
That they might
Save you
And hold you
Together
For just a
Little while

Staring at your
Reflection
In the
Lukewarm water
That stagnated
At your thighs,
A white
Porcelain refuge
Surrounded by
Moldy tiles
Was your solace

The salty leakage
From your
Forest eyes
Fell faster
Than the
Squeaky faucet
That never stopped
D R I P P I N G

The cool
Air grazed
Your spine
And sent
A peppered
Patch of
Chill bumps
Down your arms,
But you
Didn't seem
To mind

All you
Could feel
Was the
Broken pieces
Of your heart,
S c a t t e r e d
In the water
Slicing your body
Like tiny
Razor blades
By their
Jagged, Uneven
Edges

With one
Flip of
Your toe
You whispered
Goodbye,
As the necklace
That she
Gave you
And the
Pieces of
Your heart
That she
Took from you
Slid down
The drain,
Into the
Place Where
Broken Hearts Go.
A story of the place where most girls go to deal with their broken hearts: A good cry in the bath tub.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Like a leach you latch on
You think your bite is strong

Your annoying, that much I'll admit
Like a dog with an itch, trying to scratch off a tick

It's not blood from the vain
That you want to drain

But emotions from the soul
You want to leave holes

You've lost all of your own, so other's you seek
You have grown so very sickeningly week

But I've grown up in the abyss
That part you must have missed

I'm not what you thought
I'm not what you sought

I'm much to strong
For you to cause me harm

I will stand and scoff
As I flip your *** off

You have no rights
For you are nothing but a parasite
Jordan Fischer May 2015
It haunt's me every night 
That Immature primal urge
Ruined my night and for some time, My sight
Unbeknown to all
This broke down my sanity wall. 
 
Now different as a whole , a poorly lit soul
innocence will quickly drain
Prior excitement seems mundane
You stole the light from my world
I am a monster, I am him
And now, You'll fear the grim
N E Waters Nov 2015
I'd say I passed
right through you.

Could you feel (if it killed you)
heat from burning bridges.

Ghosts reached
out of pity giving matter
to tie me to this slowing stone
before I floated by.

I'd say I passed
right through you.

I'd be fooled into thinking you could feel:
I could have sworn I saw
you
blink

And I'd rather be on fire
disintegrate within desire
than circle such a great, unknowing  

drain.
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