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Jessie Taylor H Mar 2016
How long can I keep this up.
Pretending that I don't want more for us.
My heart just feels so lonely.
Each day I lose more faith in myself.
I wouldn't get to close to you,
But I can't deny how much I want to.
Your smile melts my soul,
And I can't seem to rid you from my heart.
I'll feel your kiss once again,
And when our lips meet our bodies will join.
Each deep little desire you crave with come true with me.
No judgments between us once the lights are turned low.
3/3/2016
Trevon Haywood Mar 2016
eyes like God in the dirt.
and a question lingering in throat.
delicate tin hands grasp brushes firmly
while i lie on the floor by the bed.
and wish for a touch.
or a breath on the wind,
even that would sully the solitude.
worlds away,
static fills the atmosphere.

cards are counted.
bets are made.
each wager carries the weight of an oath.
and begs for indifference.
before a single megaton kiss
carries radiation through me.
settling in each bone
as my brain blood boils.
it burns my shadow into the sheets
hanging carefree from the mattress.

the wager is one.
and the tin hands are cold.
the space between worlds has diminished.
no indifference here,
despite efforts.
and cheeks become a pastel pink as i am mounted.

we wished it would stop this time,
before it started.
but wishes are for puppets.
and we are real.
especially together.

M.K. Spurlin. 3/22/2016.
Emma Peters Jul 2015
I'm falling in love
with someone who
only sees my flaws.
MK.
Rl Apr 2014
I've only been on this earth for 17 years
But already had the good honour of experiencing
evil and good from the youth of my peers

My precious vessel, you deserve nothing but the best
learn from my mistakes and make your life rest

One: The acne on your face does not determine how beautiful you as a person
Neither you're weight, height or stature. Your skin a shade of wonder, wear only the (dna) makeup of me and your father

Two: Your body is your temple, not a museum for those who want to feast on your flesh, for those dead eyes are shady and they want nothing less.

Three: Fall in love with everything around you, the stars, sky and moon. The sound of laughter, the rain drops too. Look from balconies and trees at the veins of the cities. And take pictures of people and weddings, savouring silver white memories.

Four: Make your own mistakes and learn. You are allowed to feel pain, there is still blood in you veins but don't let that sweep you away away away on dandelion heads

Five: Dearest, don't worry for a moment what they think; be prepared when they want to see you sink, respond with dimples, sunshine and light. For this is what makes the darkness strike

Six: Finally My girl love yourself, for all that you are and want to be; the music you love, the food you detest, those long family outings and that boy that you like best.

The list could go on and on with verse and song and book and word but Dear Daughter let this be the basis of your life. Carry it and write it on your flesh beating heart. For your flesh beating heart deserves life in it fullest.

©Rebekah Lazarus 2014
Just a draft, but a letter to my future daughter if I ever have one about how to survive life as a teen from a fellow teen. You never know in 10 years I may re- write this.

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