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Brynn Louise May 2014
Look at where we stand,
Look at who we are.
It's almost as if
Nothing ever changed.
An entire year ago-
As if it were just yesterday,
A single breath away.

We fought a whole war,
Learned new lessons,
Broke our hearts,
And stole a few others.

And yet it's like nothing changed,
We're practically the same.

We worked so hard,
We broke down,
And then rebuilt.
And we're still in the same place.
As if it never happened-
A waste of our time.

We still want the same things,
Still need the same people.
Whispering the same truths,
And telling the same lies.
An entire year ago-
As if it were just yesterday,
A single breath away.
Brynn Louise Apr 2014
Trying not to let the ocean drown me
Trying not to let the sheets smother me
Trying not to let the fingers strangle me

But it doesn't seem to matter what I do
Where I run or hide doesn't seem to help
Because no matter where I go
No matter where I look
Everything is out to get me
pluie d'été Apr 2014
I usually write
To breathe
But I can’t
Anymore

Do I need a muse
A man
Who makes me
Swoon
With heady phrases
And kisses
Imprinted
Against my wrist
Or a brilliant
Thunderstorm
That sweeps against me
Like a monsoon
Or a flower
Whose petals
Are breaking
Apart
And blowing in the wind
Or a sadness
Devastating
Like winter

Words
I miss you
Kagami Apr 2014
I can taste the licks of flame in my mind,
Just barely; I cry. The sour flavour corrodes
My tongue, telling me I can't continue
To suffer the wrath. The scent kills me,
And I continue to defy what is constantly
Whispered in my fragile ears.
The sound of the bitter cackling of demons
Burns the wings of butterflies that inhabited
My entire body. The smoke from the charred,
Powder-white wings of moths,
Parasites, kiss the scares and open them again.
The desire to feel the pain consumes the spindly legs
Of butterflies trying to escape, nearly dead
By fire caused by my own hands.
My fingers shake, I am cold.
But my messages are not clear anymore.
I am no butterfly on fire.
They are all dead.
It looks like no writer
can escape the clutches
of their true inspiration.
Sabrina Q Apr 2014
I always dread speaking to people
It seems so impossible
Bringing up a topic
Continuing a conversation

People don't get it
They can't see why it's so difficult
But I can't "just do it"
I wish they could see how hard it feels

But it's easy for them
They couldn't possibly understand
Honestly I wish I could talk
But I couldn't if I tried
felicia Apr 2014
Staring at your back
As if you could feel me
But you've been so cold lately
That I burn myself into ashes

Waiting for you in the rain
As if you would come to me with an umbrella
But you've never come
That I drown myself in tears

Echoing your name in my dreams
As if you were my lullaby
But you don't even give a ****
That I collapse even more
If only you knew, if only you realized
If only you loved me back

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