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Poetictunes Sep 2016
You know that feeling when you're face to face with the love of your life.
Your palms become sweaty.
Your voice starts to tremble.
Your legs become hard to stand on.
All while You run your fingers through your hair.
The love of your life is standing there laughing at how nervous you are.
How sweet.
ab Sep 2016
i'm so tired
but a tired that sleep cannot fix

i wish i could sleep all day and all night
so i wouldn't have to think

but i've been having nightmares.

i'm doing everything at once and yet nothing at all

"tell me if something is keeping you
from being the best student you can be"

how about i don't

because your mind isn't considered a disease

especially if you're an honors kid.
~so tired
Annie Aug 2016
You could tell she had been nervous



Her lips were all ripped
AylahHearts Aug 2016
My chest spasms...
Tightening vessels resemble bricks
Who knew that memories could feel so heavy
My eyes close for a moment
Flashes of your faces yank violently onto my optic nerves
While my brain attempts to circumnavigate
Turn regret into something easier said than done
My fists clench feeling hot and cold simultaneously
Air rushes into my wrinkled lips
While I breathe NEARLY all of this lingering essence out
Out of my lungs
And I try yet again to return to earth
Hearing an emphatic rhythmic pump
and your well–intentioned attempt to turn words into quietude
Her red dress frayed at the edges
like her nerves
her fingers tapped a lost beat
don't sweat it
but her fingers touched glistening drops of
liquid courage
borrowed like the lipstick staining the rim
keep a lid on it
heels loud against cement, echoing a rhythm
like rehearsed lines
the memories of which followed her coffee
and spilled
words eloquently falling in place, settling
like sugar on the bottom
hands stilled by their sweet murmurs
of her acceptance.
This may be revised later but was written in the nervous hunt for a new job. lol
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


Subsequently locked up in your world from
faucets that I wash my hands from Thinking
about your incense And what it does to a man
like me mentally And physically embracing your
love  With every aspect of my human Genocide that
practically provokes my pride and takes away the only
piece of me if you died......
I loved your heart  And your intelligence,  
Got your back against the wall Halo bound , your soul Heaven sent,

You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?

The simple things I'm telling you result to things I
Make you believe in constantly changing your opinion
On life and death and lights in Japan making you wonder
Of the consciousness in the back of heads saying you
Better make you mind up
And I was tortured by your smile for long , it made me say things,
I was looking like I've never kiss a girl before in the rain,
Which I haven't,

You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/make-your-mind-up.html
Leila Valencia Aug 2016
Breathing, inhaling
The moments jumbled like pieces of scrap.
A  crisp summer's night growing into faintness... Electrify
Shivering in bliss, tempting in wander
Shocking veins with icy fire blending fear, and passion - in a single ...
Beat.
ab Aug 2016
am i insane that i want a label for this
thing living in my mind

i can't enjoy food
without making it a numbers game
carbs and calories, carbs and calories
not too much meat but keep protein up
fats are okay as long as it's not oil
and you know the exact caloric value
measure every bite
weigh everything
round up
add it up twice just in case
you were wrong the first time

i'm not even close to underweight

but i can't stand without getting faint


they tell me it's my bipolar acting up

but do you know how many times
someone has looked at me and said
"you're not my usual type,
i usually go for the really tiny ones"

god, i'm making it sound like it's worse
than it is, i'm teenage girl
trying to be dramatic, right?

but why can't i look at a photo of myself
without wanting to cry
~sigh
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