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Rafael Melendez Apr 2016
I wholeheartedly wish you good luck in endeavors I'd rather you wouldn't attempt. I'm absolutely oozing with selfless insensitivity.
Musical mood for this write. Grizzly Bear-Shields-Yet Again
Noah A Baker Apr 2016
(you will say something today!)
yeah, that isn’t stupid
or maybe she thinks it’s cute
when i fumble over my lines
(you’re losing time just say something!)
hey, how are y-
(too generic)
the weather’s nic-
(it’s raining, stupid!)
I-
(you’re fumbling)
but,
she laughed?
(giggled)
butterflies pt 1 and 1.5 were written in 2013. This is a series where I kind of sporadically write down what I envision having butterflies when talking to someone you want to impress is like. I try not to edit it as much as possible, because when you have butterflies, you don't really think. You kinda just start talking, and try to finish nicely. Enjoy
SassyJ Mar 2016
Take me to the line
Whisk me to the end
A place of lived reality
Where it makes sense

Take me to the river
Drown me in a fall
A place of abstraction
Where magic happens

Take me to the icecaps
Freeze me on the peaks
A place of surreality
Where ecstasy copulate

This space of fiction
*** brewed as a drug
Lovers a bought right
Lines of ruins and glories

Draw the line to see
A bridge of realness
A tow halved illusions
Drag me to the in-betweens
For audio follow:

https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/fictional-lines
Esther Mar 2016
the words hide between the lines
i can't see
none will appear, none
will grace the page
only splatter red paint
onto the ****** canvas—
where i have bled out my soul, my heart,
my flesh and bone—

and for what?
Kaeli Hearn Mar 2016
Let me be the cursive lines that flow from the black ink to your torn up notebook.

Let me be the harmony in your ears
Let me be what you write about at 2 am

Let the thoughts of us transfer to your pen
Flow from your mind and onto the white blank page.
Arcassin B Feb 2016
by Arcassin Burnham


Looking at the outside in,
And seeing,
That all my problems and troubles have went
away and it crumbled,
i swear their not coming back or there will be
real trouble,
we will get into a scuffle and then look down
on depression,
people still have a problem and still haven't learned their lesson,
I guess I have to take them to fight school,
tell them to jump off a cliff and see what those the arms do,
I'm such a goof but,
I'm looking inside out and all I see is the devil staring
back at me,
Interrupting my consciousness and tendencies.


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/02/unknown-21.html
He could be .... A problem
Aseh Feb 2016
He leaves
a perpetual question mark

Closes a gap
opens a new one

Buries me
In burning drags
And powder

I am a pawn, a
Vague magnet

Easing myself
Between the
Lines
I expect to
Fill
DaSH the Hopeful Feb 2016
Your love hanged me high
       And watched me sway
              A puppet with a master placed in a play
    *What if you go
      What if you stay?
         What does it matter to you anyway?

                          It's all written down and the stage is set
     The drama ensues and my lines are said
    As I choke
                 You pulled the string tight and cut all my ties but your rope never broke and those puppy dog eyes made me forget

             You feel so real this must be free will
              Your hand on mine is no more a guide than a dot is a line fingers long and divine purchase grip on my spine and I really start to shine a star with a mind all its own
    Super nova behind my closed eyes
     Your love is asphyxiation and gets me so high I can't breathe without it
               I'll never kick the habit
                    **I'm addicted to an addict
Alē Jan 2016
The lines on his face
The sweat in his hair
Stepping off the cold metal chair
Untying her with death in his glare
Nick Moser Jan 2016
I’m just writing words
And putting them into lines
So they might just resemble a poem
And you might read them
And relate their meaning to your life.

I’m just writing words
And putting them into lines
So they might just resemble a poem
And you will read them over and over again trying to figure out what they mean.

I’m just writing words
And putting them into lines
So they might just resemble a poem
And you might read them

And say “This poem *****. I have no idea what’s going on.”

Oh, but remember my friend,

This isn’t a poem.
Not a poem.
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