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Olive Jan 2015
Some people,
they fear the dark, they fear snakes, the fear storms.
I, I fear the way that he looks at me,
what was once a decent smile is now a murderous grin.
Every second I stare I can feel his grip tighten on my neck,
he hasnt talked to me since.
I havent wanted him since,
the nightmares I have,
waking up and having him in my house,
waking up and having him killing me,
like he said he would,
like he said he wanted to.
melina padron Dec 2014
at a certain point
theres only so much i can say
about how the sea carries my heart gently
or about how my stars don’t always align

i could talk about
how i may not feel like the boy
who fell into the well
but more like the clock who ran outta time

i sit and think
that maybe i feel
like a signed off tele at 4am
pulling you from the arms of sleep

selfish as always
unforgiving like a natural disaster
that no one could prevent or see
i run dry and forget how to put anything
delicately.
Joe Cole Dec 2014
EYE
       ARE
               ART



                         ART
                                 ARE
                                         EYE

Oh such inspiration, such brilliance. Art still lives in my words
I poured
my heart
out to
you and
all you
said was
oh...
true story I told this girl how I felt and all I got was oh
Joe Cole Dec 2014
I dipped a woodlouse in the ink
I set it on the page
Watched it craft fine works of art
I was stunned, so amazed by the words that flowed
I's and oh's there in repose as that louse moved its feet
None here could write with such delight
Such a one word piece of art
And so I set a color pallete down
Watched it work throughout the night
Oh, oh such a glorious work evolved
Of color tint and hue
A work so crafted, so wonderful
That could be challenged by so few
And upon that work of wonder
A one word poem grew
And all this by a woodlouse
Using six legs instead of two
Such fine and pure art penned for the artless masses who dare to post their purile work here
Yael Zivan Oct 2014
I am my tears.
And i am my sweat
I am my pain and i am my regret

But i'm also the choice to say no to it all
To the hurt you have caused me and the choice not to fall.
Because had i had known you would treat me like this,
disgusted and guilty but worthy to kiss,
i would never have touched you or spoken your name,
sat by the fire and feel your love flame,
because you are a simple man
and you have simple desires,
you want what you don't have

and will do all that requires,

and once you have reached that.

The goal that you seek,


you look on to the next thing that looks bright and unique.
breakup, alone, he was being a *****,
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