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Em Mar 2018
I have before criticized the English language
But the lack of dialogue I can muster
to express the depth of my thoughts...
That's my fault.

I have not settled deep enough.
Somewhere between my heart and my soul
to find a way to elaborate on what I know.
That's my fault.

I promise to dive deeper.
Eppie Mar 2018
break the seal:
pull back, twisting the knife.
pull back, words too fast.
pull back like there’s no stains
in the carpet, on the walls, on my skin.
pull back, no shimmer in the eyes.

retreat like dying armies
into shadows, deep unknown;
creatures with sharp teeth
speaking soft words
that wrap around my throat
like unbroken plastic seals.
pull back, pull back, pull back.
Sam Mar 2018
Her skin was pale
Like the moon kissed by a midnight sky
Snake-bite piercings
Blessed her catastrophic smile
Beauty beyond conception
Beauty in it's purest form

Our lips met in the glow of stagnant stars
A moment of serenity
Met by utter shock
Something was amiss
I tasted poison in her kiss
Her eyes locked on mine
Sinister yet so divine
There was no escape
As she bit my lip

Dropping to my knees
She ignored all of my pleas
An angel of the night
Set on sending me below
Tears I need not weep
She consoled my every dream

She took the life from me
Singing lullabies ever sweet
I climbed into my coffin
The minute her gaze met mine
T R S Feb 2018
It blended eight bent branches

Curled a curved roof o'er-head.

With dead feelings; hurt, burnt, Dead.
I watched. I listened. I took your hand when survival reacted.
Not anything as simple as the frail bodies we contort.
Your cry was in the wind, it was a thing from your being.

I tried. Too hard. I thought. Too much. My truth was Euclid, verity's soul it seems fracted.

Enough though it seemed. A while, we dreamed.
Enough.
Now i wake to sleep. My pen gainst my page shan't paint love this deep.
Lydia Feb 2018
I should have fought like hell
I should have taken your face in my hands and kissed you all over
I should have woken up
This whole thing is a mess
I was supposed to be the eye of the hurricane, not the impetus
I should have promised
Should have sewn the soles of my shoes into the earth and locked myself down
I should have fought-
But I didn't



Hey future me, that feels exactly the same way because time didn't let this fade or make it any easier, I know you like to think if you had tried harder you would have made it. But you were sick, stuck running in and out of hospital rooms and it was a dream that got you through that. It's gone now, I know. That hurts. Find another dream. Love it like a child, love how impossible it is. And fight for it. But also remember the thing you used to say to everybody and choose your battles. Lose a couple. It's okay. I promise.

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G Feb 2018
i crumble under your fingers.
i break with your touch.
i weaken looking into your eyes.
i scream imagining your body.
i tear out my hair
reliving that night.
i run away from you,
away from myself
into the dark.

stop, it hurts.
stop, leave me be.

you tainted my soul,
that night broke me
into a million
pieces.

where on earth
is the remorse?
G Feb 2018
i picked myself up
off the hardwood,
the blood is glue;
my body torn apart
with sickening anxiety;
each finger print left
on my bare skin;
trembling, with nodes
of nostalgia,
thinking
of your shapes
against me
Linnea Feb 2018
Who are you and
Who am I and
What do we want and
Does it matter if
We stay where
We were before

No difference
No attachment
No memories
No regrets
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