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luci Sep 2014
when we were little
we all had ambition
we all saw potential in us
we all knew what we wanted
what happened
what happened to
*** is gross
what happened to
drugs are bad
what happened to
believing in ourselves
what happened to
waking up with smiles
what happened to
making promises we promise not to break
"we all grew up"
they say
no
we didn't grow up
we all just became sad
and knew no other way
we all got lost at some point
we all misunderstood what it meant to grow up
what happened to
telling mommy and daddy we'll make them proud
cr Sep 2014
the curves on my
frame are the lines of
a sketch bent slightly
too far; i'm an awkward
angle in geometry
class no one dares to
find and this tiny black

dress is revealing too
much in too little
time. the whispers of
crisscrossed marked
thighs and starry knees
swirl before me and i'm

gone, disconnected. they say
black is slimming but
i've never felt more
potent and i hope
to god no one can see
right through me.

formal dances aren't
ideal for the invisible.
why in hell did i choose a black dress again?
liz Sep 2014
Little hands explore the world with fresh eyes.
They don't know language or how to count, but these hands are utterly fascinated.

Little hands are wrapped around her fathers pinky,
being directed around the world.
They don't know what pain or suffering is, but these hands want to feel everything.

Little hands trace the path of a raindrop down the car window.
Webs of the tears from above cry against her absentminded fingers.
They don't know a broken heart or the meaning of forever, but these hands are determined to believe.

Little hands are now veined and strong.
Little hands have been through hell and back.
Little hands pushed the monsters away.

Little hands have a mind of its own.

These little hands aren't so little anymore.
Want to be little again?
liz Sep 2014
"I miss you though."
Is what you say to me
when I suddenly cross your mind
after all this time.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
Time passes without parachutes
guarding these seconds.

Little do they tell you
about this thing called distance,
it's like a game of Telephone.
And I believe
that your last two words got lost in translation.
"I miss you though, not enough."
Bella Anima Sep 2014
i remember how we first started talking
you sounded so nice yet intimidating
and i guess i was already attracted by then
i remember how i fell and what made me fall
it was all the small things
it was the moments we shared
i remember the way you say hello when you answer the phone
and the different tones you have depending on all your different moods
and i remember, how each and every tone sounds like
i remember the different laughs you have
and how horrible it could sound sometimes
but i loved it all
because it made me laugh too
i remember how much you love nuts and your top three favorites
macadamia, almond, hazelnut
i remember your love for snakes
you would send me pictures and videos of them
you learnt about them in class and you would get home and call me to tell me everything
oh actually you do that every single day
for your every single module
the passion you had in your voice
gets me smiling all the time
and i would just keep silent and listen to you
and when you were done i would say i love you
and i could hear you smile when you say that you love me too
i remember the way you would sit and study when you are stressed
i remember the way you study
i remember your favorite brands
i remember how you would ask me to call and accompany you as you do your laundry and how friendly you were when you bumped into people
i remember our **** competitions and i actually remember how some of yours sounded
it was disgusting
but i loved you more than ever
i remember the way your eyes changed when your emotions changes
i remember how they would look at me and say a thousand words to tell me how much you love me
and i would do the same
then i remember how i would close my door
switch off the lights
due to the time difference the night would still be young for me but not for you but you would wait for me
then i would call you
and sometimes you would cry cos we didnt manage to talk the whole day and you missed me so much
so did i (i still do)
i would then sing you to sleep with my horrible singing
then in between my singing i would ask you to drink water cos i was afraid you were not drinking enough and i would always remind you that our *** has to be transparent not yellow and it cracks you up every single time
so you will drink and i remember how it sounds like when you drink from your bottle and the stupid sounds you would make while drinking and how you would giggle cos you found it funny
and when you start saying **** in every single sentence you say
i knew you were sleepy so i would keep singing and singing
till i could hear you breathe heavily
and i would call your name and there will be no reply
then i would say good night and i would beg you to wake up the next day
cos i need you
i should have hung up after you fell asleep but i didnt
i listened to you sleeping, breathing heavily and steadily
sometimes snoring so loudly
sometimes sleeptalking in some foreign language
that was what completed my day and night

i remember so much still
and as much as i want to forget them
these little moments and things about you
add up to all of you
and its the only way i could have you during the loneliest of times.
it feel so good to be able to finally show you off to the world, even though it has all ended, because i could never do it before due to the fact that we are of the same gender but just look at it. It seems like a normal relationship to me. It feels so good to show how beautiful you are without showing the world how you look like because you are so much more than a pretty girl, you are a beautiful soul. I miss you.
TSK Sep 2014
You're in the tap of my foot
As I wait for the bus
In every song we used to sing.
Though it would be good
To forget about us
I remember every little thing.
Kalil Sep 2014
I love it when her feet twist and turn
when she speaks in front
I love it when she clasps her hands together
like a married couple separated, coming together again

I love it when her eyes dart around
to the clock
to her friends
to me
the things those eyes have seen
and the things those eyes show me
they’re like
a whole new world
a different experience

I love the way her face moves
like the oceans
each wave similar to the next
but never the same
I love
The way she pouts
when I ask her “what’s wrong?”
The way she bites her lips
The way her eyebrows scrunch together
when she doesn’t understand something
The way lips curve when she’s thinking
The way she smiles when she looks at the person she loves

I love it when she thinks
about a million different things
all at the same time
I want to reach out and grab each thought
sift them
and filter out the bad from the good
All she needs to know, anyways
is that she’s beautiful

I love her hair
the way she smells
No I’m not a creep
She smells so **** amazing

I love
patting her head
and when she lies down to rest
and laying my hands on her when she looks sad
so that I could pray for her

I love it when she asks me “what’s wrong?”
even if she has a multitude of other things on her mind
I love how she makes time to let me talk about my problems
I love how she saved me from my lowest lows
She will never understand
how much I need a friend like her in my life
the way she cares for me
nobody will ever be able to show it exactly the same

I love it when she sings
her voice gives me goosebumps
it makes the hair on my skin stand
her angelic, God given voice
has an effect on me like no other
the way she says each word with all of her heart
and means them
it breaks me
every time she sings a sad lyric
because I know she feels it
with everything she has
she feels it

I love it when she speaks to me
the care and concern in her voice
I’ve never felt from anyone else
she guides me
she keeps me sane
she lets me know she’s there
when I’m in pain (wow it rhymes!)

I love it when she’s hyper
like a little super charged bunny
excited
so pure and innocent
adorable

Her crooked smiles
Her fake frowns
Her little quirks
The way she walks
And so so so much more
I love her
all of her
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
The sun wakes up,
The birds speak up,
I can't get up,
I can't get up,
It's the little things that make you,
It the little things that break you.
TSK Sep 2014
Little girl
Big dreams
Bigger shoes
Small esteem
Shoes to fill
Space to grow
Fears to face
Love to show
Place to be
Things to learn
Hope to find
More to earn
Little girl
Big dreams
There’s more to find
Than what it seems.
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