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Hanna Mae Mata Oct 2015
I guarantee you
that
Love always stays,
to hold you
until the last of your days
or at least
in
old photographs
and
fading scents.
Ix Ryley Jul 2014
Ink
You're ink.
I'm the quill:
I lounge, idle and mute
For want of your color on my parchment.

Like ink you've spilled
Into my life
And like ink you'll stay
Forever stained, an unfading tattoo.
celey Jul 2015
my tears don't threaten to spill
they run down freely
fiercely
without my permission
i never really did learn how to choke down a sob
i was never taught to do so
abs Jun 2015
As I scroll down and type
the letters of your name on my phone,
I try my best to press the “call” button
to reach you,
because I badly want to hear a word from you,
blood starts to clot into my narrowed arteries,
possessing all the movements
that I am able to do,
and I stop.

My body dies.

As I sit and wait for you on this wooden chair
that is meant to be shared by two,
time passes by in front of me.
I see the leaves start to wither,
and the ice start to melt,
and the sun turn into golden orange.
I think of you and how much I miss you,
and then I realize,
it has been a very long time
yet until now,
I can’t think of any other more.

My mind dies.

As I try to reach out for you in the dark,
I quietly hold back the words
that can’t be said.
and contain the emotions
that are not meant to be felt,
then I hear the beating of my heart
screaming out your name in silence.
Slowly, I froze.

My heart dies.

As I hear the monotonous sound
of the water flowing from the faucet
which I tried so hard to turn off,
I breathlessly ache for your touch,
and in my mind I feel you,
and it send shivers down to my spine.
Then I know.

My senses die.

As my eyes roll over
to search for your presence,
all I can see is you,
your every detail in every image
of every person I meet,
your smile, your lips, your eyes, your laugh,
and even your smell.
I try to wrap my arms around me,
embracing all the flesh I could
to console the death of my soul,
but still,  everything else inside me

die.
Shadow Knight Apr 2015
I find that
I spill my heart out
To anyone who gives me
The slightest bit of attention
Silly me
Thinking they actually care

- K.B.
I do not own this.
Amy H Mar 2015
or do you?
you can feel it
when it fills you
and then it spills you
on a page
like life over-run
with nowhere to go
and then it's done.
look down and see
words arranged like
turmoil, a mess.
do I dare pass it on
or even read it?
some do.
they're poets.
Why not, right?
it's ok Dec 2014
I'm going to tear my skin apart
And I'm going to spill my guts,
The world will know how vulnerable I am,
Then they'll break my bones,
Maybe they'll feed me to the coyotes
"What a shame!" "Such a loss!" They'll scream,
They'll yell about everything I could've conquered,
while they're pinning my flesh down,
for all my worse scars to go on display

Oh society, do me a favor, and **** the standards.
Sarah M Gillihan Dec 2014
I’ve been lost

For so long

Never to be found

Yet you’re still wrong

It’s not about you

Just about me

You think that I’m

Attention seeking

Yet I will never spill

My blood for you
Nicole Sep 2014
White, my hands of ice
Warmed by the chilled blade upon my palm.
A touch of red
Blurs pink.
No light,
Just white, and fade
The frozen air begins to warm
as the water drips from my soul
onto the bedroom floor.
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