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Little Azaleah Oct 2015
Got my
Skin cut
From the
Sharpness
Of your
Words.

- { E.I }
Gabrielle Casey Sep 2015
You know when you put on glasses
and realize that you've been looking at the world
with slightly blurred edges?
Thats how I feel when I look at the stars,
like the world around me is blurred,
But the stars, oh the stars
are clear, and vast, and beautiful.
They make me realize
how dull my world is,
and how awfully boring
I must be to the rest of the universe.
Kathleen M Aug 2015
I hear that bitter sweet voice
Sharp and cloying
She's so beautiful
But cold and spiteful
Leaving traces of her touch
"I'll take you away from this"
I won't listen to her
I reach out to something safe
No answer
She gains confidence with every ring
No anwer
"Remember my sweet release"
I try again stretching up clawing out of the pit
No answer
I stop reaching
She has my attention
oni Aug 2015
you never handled me with care,
so now my edges are sharp.

when you cut yourself,
*just know its your own fault.
Alan S Bailey Aug 2015
Ahh...the smell of "sweet success,"

Dressed up in bundles of bows,
Point out all of your "faults" and drill the teeth, braces on for years,
It'll make the "biggest difference," you'll be what you're "meant to be,"
Shove these roll models in your face, it's all about these prudent fears,
We've gotta follow suit, be moulded, from day to day, months, years,
Follow the path well followed until you're the "best" at this old game,
It'll be such a sorry path if you choose eccentrics-what *you
dream?

**What a shame!
WickedHope Jul 2015
I drown in sadness
I don't let go
It's my curse
The curse of strings
Tied so tightly they choke me
I can't break the bonds
No matter how I try
I am caught in a web
Of memories
Of hope
Of dreams
Of the past
Cut short
By me
I am a knife
A knife that can't cut myself loose
Only scare away
I threaten, I menace
Yet I remain bonded

I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
For the guy who introduced me to anime, the guy who sat across from me for the first time two years ago, the guy who made me feel awful about myself, the guy that made me feel stupid, the guy that made me feel better, the guy who let me take him to see an awful and cliche christian film, the guy who wore number seven, the guy I really ******* up with, the guy who opened up to me in December in a google doc when we were supposed to be doing a history project but ending up having a six or so hour conversation, the guy with the most incredible and captivating eyes (blue or other wise) I've seen to date...

Please forgive me for being lonely and stupid and dumb and inconsiderate and pushy and emotional and rude and sick. I'm tired of one of us being mad at the other, can we just be friends? I haven't been able to stop thinking about how I keep ******* everything up with you.

Please give me another chance.
Tanzdreamer Jun 2015
I feel a sudden increase of physical pain,
like the sharp dagger stabbed swiftly deep in my stomach
swirling and stirring
every time I remember that you exist,
and breathe
somewhere
under this blue sky
sunxset Jun 2015
i should've known
love so deep
will pierce so sharp
just what i'm feeling
s Jun 2015
these memories
each one sharp as a thorn
yet so supple
a new chapter of life has now begun
do I leave my past behind?
closing my eyes
remembering every single one
pricking and prodding
trying to find my happiness
but that is something that I have left *behind
today in 49 words
Last night, I got kisses.
They weren't sweet kisses,
They weren't soft kisses.

They were sharp kisses,
They were swift kisses.
They were the kind of kisses that leave marks.

They were the kind of kisses that sting.
They were peppering kisses,
They were lightning kisses.

They were biting kisses,
They were a blade's kisses.
They were the kinds of kisses I regret.

They were the kinds of kisses that sting for days.
They were silver kisses,
They turned into red kisses.

They weren't my first kisses,
They weren't my last kisses.
Last night, I got kisses.
to tell the truth, i'm actually really fricking proud of this.
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