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Love is a fatal thing
Some **** for it.
Though they say you'd rather die without love
I still choose to stay in this war that is called love....
For one reason only,
That reason is called you.
Nikita May 2015
I'm so glad
So glad to have a friend
A friend I can count on
A friend I can cry on
So glad to have a sister
A sister to laugh with
A sister to rage with

We have fights
We have memories

And it seems so odd to me that our childhood friendship has repeated but with different people
As we have changed and grown
But at least we have changed and grown **together
Will laird May 2015
Discord stalks the communion
of fragile discourse;
the melancholy accomplice
with unthinking ears
and careless lips,
bitter silences
and impetuous
departures
Mariel Ramirez May 2015
I

And I don't know what they mean,
by not falling at your feet,
and kissing your wounds
every time, with apologies.

You learned
to run until your legs give,
and they never do.
You're still running.

I've watched you

pick yourself up,
dust yourself off,
and sigh, enough times.
It's just another scratch.

The world can't break you until
it does. God knows
they've had enough chances.

God knows you've been waiting.


II**

You're hardened;
you expect nothing, await
only one thing.

Come out of fights,
doubled up but breathing.

You don't know why your bones
don't break, just as easily
as promises have.

When was the last time
you were offered a hand?
When you stopped looking into
people's eyes

knowing you weren't going to find anything
There's nothing for you here.

And maybe every wound,
brings you that much closer
to leaving.
"no pain like this body"
"my bones ache in pure and ugly ways"
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Teenage stories again??
She was an A student,
Traveling a crule and beautiful world filled with dreams and dispair,
No help there,
She knew what she wanted,
Living in a disgusting neighborhood,
Parents barely paying rent on time,
But at times,
It was more like a cry for help,
Other girls bullying her after school,
She yells for help,
But no one aids her,
In pain and exhausted,
She walks home lost and selfpitying herself,
"all those marks on your face.... How come?",
Runs up to her room and never answers her mom,
Then later patches her up,
And tells good night,
Knowing she won't get any sleep,
Cause her parents were gonna get in a fight,
So just do like mommy told you , if there's screaming,
Then you'll know what to do,
What happens in the house stays,
There's no leaving,
In the darkness, dripping tears,
Waiting for it to stop is what she'll do,
Very cold.
No kid should go through that.
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

All of your,
Fears,
Lies,
Betrayals,
Guilts,
Pleasures,
Likings,
Trips,
­School years,
Schedules,
Downfalls,
Fights,
Relationships,
All poured into a glass of a life once lived ,
And now.........
Maybe there were some things you wish you could give,
But too late for anyone to receive,
Before that day,
Your memories we will forever speak.
Life is tough and short.
Birdy Apr 2015
I'm sorry for wanting to much,
i'm sorry for holding on too tight,
i'm sorry for not giving enough
and i'm sorry for the fights.

i'm sorry for the things i said when i was mad,
i'm sorry i bothered you too much,
i'm even sorry for the things YOU said,
And i'm sorry for the times you've had enough.

I can't help being who i am
i'm sorry if i'm not enough
I feel like disappointing you
You keep growling at me
Please give me the reason
Please tell me what i could do

I don't want you to be mad
I cherish the moments you smile
I only see you grumpy or sad
I know you don't sleep much
I know you like to party a lot
But i crave to feel your touch

Hold me please
I feel so small
You say you don't want me to leave
But i can't take it all

I feel like bothering you all the time
How long will it take
before i finally break..
Please tell me once again you're mine...
Evelyn Moreno Apr 2015
I fight against this pain
I fight against this anger
I fight against this agony
I’m going against myself

I fight against my nightmare
I fight against this animal
I fight against the world
I’m going against myself

I fight against the truth
I fight against the lies
I fight against reality
I fight against these thoughts

I’m fighting my self
I'm drunk on Rebellion bourbon,
and I can't help but think,
what a ******* brand name man!
Coming from a cynical, sadistic,
sometimes near maniacal *******,
That's the kinda **** I wanna hear.
Start the rebellion!
******* A right I will.
I'll down this bottle and go off into the night,
my teeth sharpened
and a razor under my tongue.
A bottle full of gasoline,
a pocket full of matches.
I'll set fire to the village,
and watch as the fire dances.
Burn mother *******!
Then I'll hit the bar,
the next town over...
Continuing my little mission,
I haphazardly target victims,
Then incinerate 'em with powerful words,
If I fail to defile minds I'm setting teeth to curb.
Eventually the police will show,
too late.
I've already slipped out the backdoor
and skipped town.
Confident that I can start a riot before I pass out.
I figure eventually on me these crimes they'll try to pin it.
I'll sit back uncommonly calm and tell 'em the bourbon did it.
your presence in me
my presence in you
when we tear at each other
in anger and despair
hurts terribly

signs of love and hate
collide
spawning wild words
hard feelings
dark bitterness
escalating

until I remember
that we found each other
miraculously
in this world

forgive me

I love you
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