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Layla Emory Holt Apr 2015
"do you mean what you say and say what you mean?"
Autumn Whipple Mar 2015
I often wonder
why
certain things seem funny
giggling in class
stupid  
juvenile jokes
scrawled across wrinkled
scraps of paper
some is offensive
i'm shocked I wrote it in review
some is raunchy
I wonder if something passed between me and you
but mostly I think it was just the thrill
because it was between you and me
wasting our days
scribbling away on torn
pieces of paper
and its even worse when my mom finds them and goes through them. like today for instance. ahhh, privacy you holy grail, discover your loyal believer that maybe you exist somewhere
Please, if you would, take notice
that I take notice of the notes,
thus one may wish to notice
my use of the note field,
for, I've noticed,
many seem to use it differently
or not at all,
but I can't help noticing
that I have a kind of counter-dialogue with my notes
almost as if it provides some context that's worth noting.

Lemme know if you notice.
I'd be interested to take note.
I know some of you sure do.
Don't worry: I've noticed.

;)
..raw..

What's up with this "..raw.." stuff?
Why are you getting all deep about this?
Where is this going?
What the hell?
Are you joking?
Are you ever not joking?
HELLO!?
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!

HELLO?! HEEELLOOOOO?!
Do you even care?

Yes, actually, I do, and
thank you for noticing!
The defense rests.
Chaos Mar 2015
Why does music
Make me feel so much?
Some songs bring hope
But others bring pain
Some bring joy
Others bring rain
I was once told
Musicians feel things
A little bit different
Like there is some
Deep connection in soul
That strengthens
Each time we hear a note
Why is it this way?
The way I feel
Sometimes kills me
I turn on my music
And break my own heart
Over and over
As I repeat the songs
That rip right to my center
And make me feel
So strangely
So differently
To everyone else
Mike Jewett Feb 2015
Grackles singing black
Beaking notes of melanchol-
Panoramically
When I met you I always knew I'd fall in love with you. I enjoyed the presence of your smile and your laugh. Everything about you I enjoyed. I gave up on that dream because I knew I wouldn't be able to impress you. Ever. You had him and I was deep away hidden in my grave, and till this day I still wish I could have said everything I felt in the moment I had seen your beautiful face.
Noor Feb 2015
Choking on all the friends that are gone
And all the stories that are lost
Along with bits of my sanity
Tripping on the lines I have crossed

Choking on all the times that you said you will call
But I was left waiting for you in the cold
With tears like waterfalls
And a story left untold

Choking on all the hopes and wishes that were not lost
But taken away from my own hands
And I, like a child held on so tight
Until it slipped right off of me like sand

Choking on all the promises I couldn’t keep
On all the pills I still taste on my tongue
All the razor blades that cut skin deep
And the times from myself, I couldn't run

Choking on all the dreams that were shattered away like broken glass
And surrounded me like nightmares I could never escape from
Capturing me like hurricanes or a spell, a witch would cast
Or the times, I could not face the sun

Choking on all the times I tried to take it away
Only to end up with a tube down my throat
As I struggled to whisper the words “I’m okay”
Hoping they will not find the note that I wrote

Choking on all the goodbyes that were not said
All the wounds that are not meant to heal
And all the mornings I woke up
Wishing I wasn't here.
jazo abdlhak Feb 2015
I have fallen in his world so deep that i begun loosing the definition of mine. My goals and aims shatter to pieces, no not with his name written beside mine, i suddenly dismiss my grand future plans. How ... how in the name of the Mary herself would i imagine life once more without him. His eyes, angelic art donatello  would define,  his smile, a blessing to earth.
Many have not yet felt love they way i do,  the way he loves me, little  would understand , that the safest place on earth is between his arms, its when he holds me and whispers close ... i will never let you go,  he would whisper again and again , i'd tell him ... i know ..  but he would repeat once more.
Eliza Parker Feb 2015
I wrote you one thousand love letters,
But only a few were right.
I poured everything I had into them in the hopes that my pen marks would bleed through
and etch my words on to your heart.

And I know where you kept them all tucked away.
I imagined you sneaking looks at them
in late hours of the night
so you could read them silently in my voice and pretend I was there
as I did with yours.
I noted every curve of your penmanship
And memorized how you wrote as if it were a dying language.

But then you stopped looking at my notes.
The ink faded and my love was no longer legible to you.
As your words still resonated in me, mine fled from you.
And the words became sharp and venomous    
They hit me in the gut and i spit fire back because it was all I knew how to do.
And I am sorry.

While we may never again exchange folded papers filled with secrets and sweet nothings,
I hope some day you find yourself late at night
reading my love letters
you never threw away.
Let me just say,
I'm sorry for all of this:
The lack of appreciation and the disrespect.
All the times I put my tongue in my cheek,
or my head up my ***.
I never looked in the mirror and saw
someone I didn't like...until now.
I see weakness in my eyes.
My bones feel paper thin.
I may not be perfect but, baby I was trying!
It hurts more than you know,
to come to our empty home..
and sit down all alone.
Yet I did this to myself?
I just ******* miss you.
If I abused anything, ****,
it was calling you mine.
I said it like I knew you'd never leave me.
and it didn't change a thing.
You walked away like I was nothing.
I watched the videos of us,
printed the pictures.
Torturing myself for no reason.
A moment of happiness has slipped.
through my fingers. Or has it?
I'm confused about life,
about who I am.
Without you I'm nothing,
I'm not who I want to be.
I keep telling myself I don't need you.
I don't, okay? I don't.
I wanted to grow old with you.
Never lose those precious butterflies.
You always gave me butterflies.
Sometimes I miss the constant attention,
nagging, screaming, cursing..?
I regret the arguments and I never
wanted to hurt you.
But I did. I did and I understand I
Can never take it back but at least,
can you forgive me?
I'm terribly sorry.
For all the nights I slammed doors,
pushed you out of the room, screamed back.
I'm sorry for crying so much and nagging.
I hate myself when I look back,
I still cant believe I said some of the things
I screamed at you.
I just needed you to hear me.
I loved the way you laugh,
disappear for 30 minutes,
even that stupid ******* smacking
of stupid ******* peanut butter.
I would rather hear you smacking,
than the silence that is now my life.
Does that hurt?
How could you be so dumb?
I just wanna come home, slip off my shoes
Play Diablo 3 with you.
But **** it, I don't ******* need you.
All those nights I waited for you to come home,
Every time I called and got your voicemail,
Every ******* inaudible voicemail I left.
Had I known, ******. Had I only know.
You were never alone.
You were just a ******* L I A R.
And you'll never be any better.
Everytime I woke you up because I
had thought you had slept long enough
just because I missed you that much.
How could you be so dumb?
I loved you like no one else ever will.
I thought that was bad, this is worse.
You are a *******.
How did I love you so ******* much?
I must be missing something here.
And  mean literally.
I'm missing my other half.
Or am I really? Maybe,
just maybe..you're missing me.
Missing the all night phone calls,
the chats over lunches, smoke breaks
and texts back and forth.
The cute pictures we would take,
I'm sorry for always being so specific.
I remember how much you hated
my selfies with you. I'm so sorry
I wanted to show the world that I was yours.
You made so many arguments and it kills me now.
How could I be so dumb?
I know I can change and, I was trying.
But it wasn't going anywhere. Yet.
And it didn't need to. I was good for you.
Still, I know I can make a difference in myself.
Maybe..be someone you would like.
Someone you could truly love.
But I'm good how I am.
You always said I tried to change you,
yet it was you always picking at my flaws.
Oh, am I not the same?
Not that 17 year old with pink hair.
Goofy, care free, college bound.
Not that young, quiet, shy girl from 1300 miles away.
No. I became the loud, nagging wife you lived with everyday.
Have you ever thought it was because of you?
You stole my young heart, took me from my home,
showed me what a man's love was and then,
you just ripped my ******* heart from my chest.
And I will never, ever change. Not for you.
I'm sick of thinking, sick of feeling.
Away from you, my mind is reeling.
Remember?

It's because I'm finally seeing that you,
you are the one at fault here.
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