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Jules Apr 2015
Going to rip the chains from my body,
Run wild,
Fly high,
Soar,
Leap,
Fall,
Tears...
Stand back up,
Jump,
Live,
Love,
Dance,
Freedom,
Chains broken,
Forever
~ Year 12 thoughts about the future ~
Maddy Van Buren Apr 2015
tic
maybe you are my new nervous tick, because let's be honest, I'm a little obsessive. and if it's not you, it's the person after you. the person I can't recognize because I am so blind to everything but what we had. it's my involuntary physical and mental attraction to you that makes me tic, makes a tic, that is my tic. it's repetitive; calling you Friday night after Friday night, believing it may fill me up without drowning me out. but I'm empty, I'm always empty. I don't mean to involve you, and I know you think I do this because you're still my everything, but you're just a something. a physical preoccupation I've yet to overcome, as you're always in reach. cover up the void you've left behind, never fill it - that isn't your place; tics are not mutually beneficial. we in no way help each other. do not know a way to help each other. you aren't my saving grace; you're the bad habit. the phantom limb I need to forget. the tic to fit my criteria: close, but never here. available to hold me, but in holding me you're making my tears. could you ever fathom such a senseless incongruity? and just where are you now? you're holding me in the darkness but I know you don't feel what I feel, won't ever feel a thing. me ignoring the truth of your coldness, the brevity of your affection - tics like your timepiece. maybe next Friday night, it'll be different. maybe next Friday night, I won't need a tic like a crutch, won't be crushed. until then.
SweetChaos Apr 2015
My mind works like a dead engine.
Over and over again it turns.

It  hurts me,
Just a little more each time.
For no reason at all.

Sometimes I just wish,
The **** thing would start running,
Or just completely stall.
Heidi Mason Apr 2015
I think about you all the time
your lips pressed against my face
this is too much lust for ***** sake
but having our lips intertwine
sounds so devine
in a mind just like mine

my fingers and your arms
click like a mother/daughter bond
I really just want you in my arms
because no one makes me feel
as good as what you do to me.

come be with me
and just do the things that you do to me to make me feel so complete.
Jasmine Roper Apr 2015
The whistle has been blown

My blocks are set
I'm warm, ready,
But I'm nervous

On your mark

I'm set
I've prayed
Yet I'm nervous

Set

Only 3 seconds left
2
1

Bang

All fear Is gone
Based on start of track
I'm always nervous before my events
Dallas Phoenix Mar 2015
They point exaggerated barrels at my temple,
But they can't go through it,
The act alone is miserable,
The bittersweet police ensues,

My swan song's consist of an encore,
I don't want to be depressed,
Another cliche statistic bliss in the obsolete of death,
Or a string of narcissism,
Fitted within' a poetical prism,
A postcard of ill remembrance,
Soaked in vats of venom,

The bittersweet police chase me,
Bitter is my imagery;
and there's a sweet spot in my apathy
Ivy Swolf Mar 2015
I'm sampling all sorts of
tears to see which
tragedy suits me best.
Misery is good for art.
My stomach is churning and I keep
asking myself over and over
why why why why why
didn't I take the risk
when I was already on a burning bridge.

I am afraid of
my own voice when
my thoughts are the loudest.
Some people find
release
when they break
things. I'm throwing
my self esteem against
a brick wall
and the only cracks I can
find are in
myself.
I swear I wrote about fifteen poems this weekend and I hated them all. I squeezed my fingers a little harder and this maudlin thing dripped out..

But at least I did something! Tell me anything.
Raymond F Bell Mar 2015
The waters have parted
An unwished dream comes to fruition
Will I stay dry
If I stand in the partition
Should I leave my things behind
And risk my old life for a new
Can I safely stand in between
Or will the walls conjoin and renew
Leaving me tossing and drowning in the middle
Wishing I had stayed back on the shore
Where my life was stable, standing on flat land
Always wishing for more
I just see a life on the other side of the sea
Feeling like that side is better and fit for me
But Moses isn’t here to assist me through
What would you do?
2/18/11
Audrey Maday Mar 2015
I had long forgotten,
This nervous bumping,
Within my stomach of,
Butterfly wings brushing against,
Hearts, lungs, stomachs.
But he has brought it back,
With the fury of a hurricane,
Sudden, only slightly expected,
But never truly prepared.
Each message is now carefully typed,
Carefully prepared, time decided upon,
Each phone call spent nervously,
Picking at my cuticles until the bleed,
My heart is beating out of my chest,
Every time my phone buzzes.
I forgot for so long,
This giddy revelation,
Of fresh emotions and nervous,
Banter across states.
But, God, oh God,
Am I glad he's brought it back.
Don't Exist Mar 2015
The One with the Timberland Boots
Those gigantic feet
Which I peek
Was close to mine
Though I had to sneak

The stench of my odor
Coming from my ***
Was making me
Insecure very fast

But luckily the stalls divide us
Our bowels and touch
And all things that blind us
Except for the smell
Of course that was true
But with our smells combine
There was nothing coming through

Between us…

The love that we made
That came from pain
Has thus began to fade away
Including me who had to go

But I will never forget
The Timberland Boots
Who sat near me in company
Throwing my insecurities off the roof
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