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Alberto Jul 2017
Let me be the drop of ink
On your ivory canvas
Mark you at the center
Through suction
Came your subduction
Not a claim against your sovereignty
Rather passionate vandalism
From a guest stopping by
To your  milky temple
Falling in the depths of projected storylines; it all seemed too beautiful to comprehend.

My tongue was enslaved by butterflies and my lips were sealed by sap.

I didn't give it any thought while wondering on the rocky sphere chasing after the moon and the Sun as they took turns winning 24 hour races.

I've chanted the words that gave me a chance to look behind the illusions that blinded everybody else.

Our lives have became novels, our lives have been in shame far too long; we go so far in history just to be remembered for the beautiful things that were carried out in life.

I only ask that I'll be remembered for my soul wanting to love everybody.

My path is loaded with encounters... There's nothing that I can do.

By: Leory Sanatana Dawn
Nora Mar 2017
Two sighs and we capsize
Into shallow water beneath our thighs
Tossing, turning, tangled limbs
Your parted mouth and passionate cries
insp. by chinatown (1974)
Gabriel burnS Dec 2016
bodies are galaxies;
and within ours
constellations
go all rogue in seconds,
talking to each other
without
permission and consent;
without our knowledge;
there is a plot
behind our backs,
a conspiracy
of unexplored possibilities;
and like plastic dolls
at the hands of gods
we are drawn so close,
a clash ensues
of comfort zones
with the aid of gravity;
we'll regain control,
of course,
just before impact
Devin Ortiz Jan 2017
Physical exertion, that exhaustive feeling, pushing this broken body to its limits.

This is true freedom, for a moment all of the clutter unifies to defy annihilation

The whirlwinds of thought, ignite into a ferocious storm of gestalt intellect, racing to the end

Alas, the only goal on this horizon is a graveyard of   discarded memories, each step further until, all is forgotten
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
The heart is the same size as the fist. If they are both beating do they serve the same purpose?
Jordan Fischer Oct 2016
I have this constant dream in which I am asking everyone in my life to punch me in the face
I know I can take the pain
But it’s the idea of being hurt that always brings supporters
Punching myself in the face does not achieve the same thing.
If you feel that I did you wrong, punch me in the face.
I know I can take a beating more than I can take myself.

My body is repairable, at least to a certain extent.
But the hits of those i have wronged are not repairable, that is why they are hitting me
I don’t want to **** myself, I just want pain
Just to feel what, I have made others feel.
Understanding is everything.

But physical pain also blocks the emotion
Punch me in the face
So I don't have to deal with what I did
Hurt me, the way I feel I hurt you.
Please,
Someone do it, or I will do it myself.
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