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Thomas EG Jun 2015
I feel strange... I am alone, in this moment, but I do have friends. A handful, at least.

Loneliness had become such a huge part of my life before. Now I have people who show me that they care and I am glad.

But I still miss her body in the night... I stretch in my bed and do not feel her next to me... I feel nothing. I feel as though I have nothing. I am nothing. I am no one.

But I have friends now, yes, I have friends ! So I won't cry over a mess that I made for myself... I got myself into this, after all.

I only have myself to blame, but nowadays it seems like more than just my own fingers pointing to myself, shoving themselves down my throat...

Now I am gasping for a single breath to breathe, because I breathe, but I do not live. I survive, but I do not experience. I don't really feel anything and I am glad.

All I feel is strange... All I have is friendship... All I need is friendship. I just need my friends.
Just wanted to write about some recent observations!
~                Peter peter pants aflame
     Danced around while screaming names
               As he stumbled faltered fell
      Went through earth and down to hell
            Now its there he blindly dwells
                            All for a ****
                       that burned to well
MsAmendable Jun 2015
Do not touch
The shards of glass
That lay fallen
Where the bottle broke;
No matter how pretty they are,
Or how nicely they catch the sun,
And no matter that they gleam like stars,
Because the edges are sharp,
And could cut your fingers,
And leave you so brilliantly broken;

And yet I still found you
Crouched beside glass like crushed diamonds
With thick beads rolling down your fingertips
Gleaming impossibly red like rubies
On crystal edges
With no regrets or regards
And I can't say I blame you.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here.
Thats what she tattooed just above her *****.
Seems at least a little disconcerting....
Eh **** it.
Hannah f Jun 2015
Scared of how perfect you are
Up close and from afar
Your mind is of the highest
One of the purest, mightiest
It's intimidating to the core
But when you speak, I want more
I get caught in my thoughts
Thinking of you
When I'm silent, I'm reeling
Don't understand what I'm feeling
Is this real? Or are you an illusion?
Seems too good to be reality
Everything always seems to be a fallacy
I used to think there was a secret room
In the dead space between
Full of whispered words
And secret things
Words that no one has ever heard
But then i grew
And thought i knew
That pipes filled those spaces
But now and then
I remember the spaces between
Sometimes As i drift to sleep  
I hear the whispered words
Of secret things that lie between
Jacob Cuadro Jun 2015
I remember the day I kissed your lips when I look into your eyes I reach the stars and I love it when I hug you tight because I can feel your heart so close to mine. And when the day break as day goes by I think of you almost all the time, and I know this was a one night stand but please hear me out cause only going to say this once. There so much I haven’t discovered your love so tall like the Eiffel tower, where a magical place where two souls collide. You’re so perfect in every way; you’re so beautiful you don’t even have to try so give a chance to show you what I can really do. A love so strong that make you blush, a love your never regret it doesn’t hurt to try something new. We can be like ocean waves or falling skies whatever you chose I be happy either way cause that moment we had was an amazing night a strange love you probably never forget.

**Jacob Cuadro
A one time love
Paramount Pawn Jun 2015
The anatomy of our love
was the strangest and craziest.
i keep using those words now.....
Mosaic Jun 2015
We ate Frank Fleming's Tongue Cake
Smoking cigarettes in stone gardens where we're not supposed to
Looking Down Yosemite Valley and yeah we were in that valley
"They moved the piano." I tell you. I don't know where it's gone.
"I guess it was contemporary art."
I say, "You're contemporary art..." "Don't worry death is at the laundromat, not here." and I pull out my best Mona Lisa smile.

It's silent here, the color white seems out of place

Kerry James Marshall is speaking history to us
Renaissance is falling on deaf ears
I tell you I want a Native American cradle if I'm ever a mother
And the kids will have fishbones and legends
                                                       instead of Pop Art Princess, barbie

Sally Mann, she left me heartbroken
with silver prints/photocopies of childhood like ghosts
Botero's Reclining **** looks comfy
And there's a Dali missing.
Honorable Mentions
Paul Rebeyrolle
David DiMichele
Andre Ermolaev
Charles Guilloux
Marina Abramovic
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