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mori walts Apr 2016
Into a bow, I folded
paper wakame
and ate it.
Intentionally.

Compulsive behaviors include :
Ingredients such as :
relativity ,
perspective

taught me how to turn
something flat
three-dimensional
and visa-versa.
The Unfamilliar, not-yet-integrated
uncertain if it could be capitalized on,
forms of existing
somehow gathered shame
exposure
sexuality
erasure
childhood memory
determination
in tasting.
I would like my appetite back
when you are finished evaluating

Above the water horizon,
where none of us can see,
everything is different.
:
I can't believe I keep forgetting.
It's springtime in Santa rosa california. This website feels like livejournal in the 90s before I quit the Internet. Circles been drawn again and I feel capable in general, grateful, generous and well. Look at that letter "g" go.
NeroameeAlucard Apr 2016
A still image of a single memory
Unchanging, insultingly unwilling to age throughout the passage of time
And image that can be preserved long after one's  demise
And though occasionally  they can be edited and disguised
It's always fun to revisit  those lost times through your eyes

Clouded eyes of reason
Trailing and tracing through fogs of treason
Deranged thoughts spill in my head
Minds race and my sanity held by a thread
Smile and frown
Up and down
Hallucinations through creation
And creation through destruction
I'm a puppet on my society's string
I fear I'm no longer a human being
Ana S Jan 2016
A little girl scared to reach out.
She hesitated with doubt.
Always too scared to ask.
Small and clueless hidden behind hates mask.
No one heard her screams.
People laughed and said honey it's not as dark as it seems.
Held close by her partner at night.
The littlest mistakes causing largest fights.
I'm sorry baby.
Nobody could save me.
This little girl wandered her mind.
Aimlessly wondering what she could find.
She found a razor and began.
Blood streaming down her hand.
She found a broken relationship.
I'm sorry I just couldn't get a grip.
This little girl went on.
Shy and helpless as a fawn.
Then as she grew older.
She became bolder.
A drink here and there.
A mind filling her head with dare.
Take one more pill.
You haven't yet had your fill.
One two three four.
Now that I've started why not take more.
I was in a hospital that night.
The doctors walking past were blurs of white.
This little girl has taken too many.
This little girl has had plenty.
She came in a broken masterpiece.
As far from sober as she could be.
That night the girl decided to be strong.
She jumped of the building to where she thought she belongs.
That little girl jumped in her mind.
Don't worry she is perfectly fine.
On the outside anyways.
We will just say its been a rough couple of days.
This little girl is far from home
kayla Aug 2015
uncovered comfort in
empty nothingness.

outer space and
fields of wildflowers.

drunk on orbits.
jumping off skyscrapers filled with dust.

consuming vases overfilled with memories
and scattered pieces of home.

dark matter summoning tranquility.
kyle Shirley Aug 2015
Im done being sad,
Moody.
Lonely,
Hateful,
And ungrateful.
Im done with new beginnings,
No phone a ringings,
No more tears and hopeful late night beers
I want her, but im done.
I need her, and her cute little messy bun.
My life is a story, about love.
Her life is an adventure about something more then love.
She wouldnt know why I would choose to stay and wait.
Just like ill never know why she would choose to go and never look back to see if im staring.
Im finding myself
My mind
My heart
And
My life.
vivianne Jul 2015
the have the golden days come yet?
did i miss them
or am i just impatient
is time running tor am i just
running
thin
because all i can see is the calendar
counting until graduation
until i'm supposed to have it all together
but i don't have anything together
because he took it all and left none for me
he gave it all to her
i begged her not to look into his ocean eyes
but she couldn't help it
and she couldn't help me
when i said i was dying
(do you ever think about that? all the dead people at the bottom of the sea? did they make it to their golden days?)
will you make it to yours?
AshesOfToxic Jul 2015
The humidity hangs thick in the air; unwavering and obvious
I look up to the sky, seeing how those once fluffy clouds now suffer with the heaviness of invisible water vapor clinging onto them.

The sky threatens to pour with every passing second and I rearranged the items in my bag, making my umbrella the most handy for the moment.
Every passer-by walks past with gentle fear in their eyes; I guessed they've forgotten to bring something to block them from the rain.
I'd gladly lend a helping hand to any of them if they asked me for help.

The threat from the sky holds still for 5 minutes and throughout that duration, my eyes never left that piece of comfort where clouds float and Sun shines.

I could imagine how much pain those clouds are suffering from; the intense pressure of needing more vapors to gather and cling onto them before they can release those molecules all at one go; how much fun those vapors were having for clinging onto the clouds with their mass wouldn't do them any harm; most of all, I think how the sky looks at the clouds and give them a warm smile, a hint that tough time like this, will pass.

Gradually, the grey in those cotton ***** faded away slowly and with ease.
The threat seeped away easily.
I then think of us; how close we were to one another.
As if you were the cloud and I was the vapor, me clinging onto you and those pain that gripped your heart.
I wonder if you ever wanted to express how much pain you were suffering while I was having tons of fun with you.
And I thought of the times you didn't give up on me, like how those clouds occasionally do, when they allow rain drops to fall onto the ground.
Tiny vapor molecules changing to water droplets before they hit the ground.
Maybe you didn't want me to hit the ground, as much as you wanted me to grow.

But you gave up at the end, and I can't blame you.
First post over here, it feels like I've taken a sabbatical from writing. I hope it's not too bad.
zoetrope May 2015
He only possesses the power to shuffle, sift, and weave through life.
The very shirt on his back seems to hang.
The words he speaks frantically attempt clinging to the ear of a passerby.

His heart is cold as he sinks
Limply into his living room sofa.
Even now, he hauls his many transparent faults.

She only possesses he warmth of persistent observation.
The words he spoke clung to her ears and seemed to echo.
She likes gifting him presents of many sizes,

He likes unfolding small things but keeps the larger ones wrapped.
The meek continue to admire the reckless but with
A thump and a sigh he fell asleep that night.
bear May 2015
I am extremely moody right now
I know its going to get worse.

I cant control who I yell at
I cant control when I cry
I cant control what I say
I cant control what I hurt
I cant control where my life is going the next few months

I've started to swear a lot more
and get violent with people.

I've also started to love a lot more
and trust with my heart.

I switch moods in a blink of an eye

If it was like getting a band aid ripped off I would be fine.
But its basically like getting a needle pulled through your body slowly.
it wasn't bad at all at first
now I just want to sleep so I don't hurt anyone.

I just want to stay home
so I don't mess anything up.

It *****, man.
I hate having to move.
building a house and it will be done in a few months and I'm switching schools
ms reluctance Apr 2015
Fractured mind;
tattered soul;
a body in ruin —
that’s me.

Morbid thoughts;
frozen heart;
bloated fingers —
that’s me.

Despair and hope.
Love and hate.
Cruel tenderness —
that’s me.

A smoking gun,
a flawed someone
perfectly imperfect —
that’s what I want.
NaPoWriMo Day #1
Poetry form: Free Verse
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