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mj Oct 2014
It's alright to cry
Even my dad does sometimes
So don't wipe your eyes
Tears remind you you're alive
It's alright to die
'Cause death's the only thing you haven't tried
But just for tonight hold on

So live life like you're giving up
'Cause you act like you are
Go ahead and just live it up
Go on and tear me apart

It's alright to shake
Even my hand does sometimes
So inside the rage
Against the dying of the light
It's alright to say that death's the only thing you haven't tried
But just for today hold on

So live life like you're giving up
'Cause you act like you are
Go ahead and just live it up
Go on and tear me apart hold on

Live life like you're giving up
'Cause you act like you are
Go ahead and just live it up
Go on and tear me apart hold on
even my dad does sometimes // ed sheeran
rare-and-rad Sep 2014
1: 38 am, coming home from the bar
where are my ****** keys?.....every single time
2: 17 am, ughhhhhh
throw-up in the front door, every single time
2: 39 am, knocks out...... z z z z z
9: 37 am, late for work, every single time
10:05 am, barely made in time
still gonna get yelled at, every single time
5: 33 pm, getting ready to leave
lost my keys how the **** I'm gonna start the car, every single time
6: 40 pm, get home, eat a cup of ramen
getting ready to leave, every single time
7: 47 pm, reach the bar and find the lonely **** girl
buy her a drink, spent more $50 dollars, ****, every single time
12: 42 am, hopefully I don't **** anyone today
just make sure I'm driving real slow, every single time
1:38 am, coming home from the bar...............................
Every Single Time...
NicoleRuth Sep 2014
Every time I see you
There's this feeling of giddiness
rising slowly inside my lungs.

Every time I touch your skin
There's this softness like cream
that inflames my fingertips.

Every time I hug you
There's this safety from my world
your body exudes.

Every time I look into your eyes
There's this feeling of confidence
that boosts my will to wake up
                              each morning.

Every time I hold your hand
There's this child-like joy
brought about that keeps a skip
                                 in my step.

Every time I sleep beside you
There's this mix of fear and security
that electrifies my nerves into a frenzy
                                   keeping me awake.

Every time I bring your lips to mine
There's this gentleness of your care
and this fieriness of your hate I feel
                                       flood my brain.

Every time,
                   You ******* away
into a million smithereens of dust.

Every time,
                   You glue back each particle
to fix me, uncovering a new facet of my obsession.

                       Every time there is death
                       Every time there is rebirth
                              of emotions
                              of feelings
                              of pain
                              of happiness.


                       We break it all down
                        and build it up again
                              Every time
                              Every time.
This is basically a mix of all the emotions I've felt and in some cases still feel in different relationships with different people in my life.
Syreena Phelps Aug 2014
"Don't put your happiness in other people's hands.
               They'll drop it.
  They'll drop it every time."

-C. Barzak
I just really love this quote.


A lot.
J M Surgent Jul 2014
I wish I could tell you
Every little thing
I think in my head
But I can't because
They move too fast,
Are too slippery to grasp
And hold onto long enough
To write into lyrical thoughts
Worthy of your time.
it's ok May 2014
simple enough
If I wanted to, I could
I could dissect every word
you ever said
Take off the fabric that surrounds--
I would never, I told you,

I want to taste your skin,
after it's been hung on the clothespin
in the sun too long
If you heard this, you'd take it the wrong way

you want to taste me
because that little kiss,
you knew what you were doing
and now your hands know every inch of me

so ******* now
ThingsWillChange May 2014
Inspired by Wendy Mass' Every Soul A Star

I stare up at the deep blue sky,
At the sun and moon up so high,
A pitch black mass,
A hot yellow gas,
Float side by side,
Then they collide,
Casting the moon's silhouette,
So I begin to forget,
Of all the difficulty,
There was previously,
And began to accept,
I decided not to intercept,
Then he slipped his hand into mine,
And I felt just fine.
A poem inspired by Wendy Mass' Every Soul A Star.
601
I remember this place.
The small noises you'd make.
In the corner where the bed frame,
Lays and still shakes for me in my head.
Quakes.
Falls silently dead.
Again.

601.
Paper thin walls.

I remember this place.
The shapes your face made.
The way your waist played.

3 intimate words.
Each one, a shaking, slamming door.
"**** me harder"
My body does it's chores.

Once more.
I've torn my self away from the floor.
Crawled into the bed and wore,
Your body around mine, your arms, your legs, an infinitely warming form to explore, to spread apart and reform.
Each move of mine,
Unsure.
My Limbs and yours
Consort.
We are the wind and the beating roar.
We are the storm. We are the storm.

Your lips felt like needles on my neck.
Your body was sore, your body was tense,
body, sore, tense, aching was your spine.
And good god, you know I'll message every part yours, with every part of mine.
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