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Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
Hungry, jealous eyes
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Why did he choose her?
Originally published on the Helium Network, September 2013.
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
A white shard
Erupts violently through tender pink flesh.
I see it gleaming in the darkness
As I hold your screaming body against me in the night.
The tears in my eyes match yours
As a feeling of helplessness devours me.

Oh, the agony of…



The first tooth!
I originally wrote this in the early morning hours of the night my son got his first tooth as I stayed up consoling him.  I think a baby's first tooth is equally traumatic for both infant and parent!
Marissa Kohlman Aug 2015
Welcome to our city,
The happiest place on earth!
We’re conditioned to be happy folks,
Starting right from birth.

In the mornings are our daily shots,
To keep our senses dull.
Then we walk to morning class,
Grins plastered to our skulls.

They seat us by a great big screen
With images and sound.
They show us what will happen
If we ever slip a frown.

We gawk at the “Correction Site”
You’ll see as you drive in.
It’s filled with rotting corpses
With no choice BUT to grin!

So we are always happy!
Happy as can be!
There is no crime, or sin, or tears,
Only endless glee!

Can’t you see me smiling?
Don’t you want this too?
Come join our happy city!
Yes, the city, she wants you….
Originally published in November of 2012 on the Helium Network.  This is the only piece of dozens I had written that I was able to retrieve after the website permanently closed.
CJ M Jul 2015
You say "**** this" when about to quit, and "**** it" when frustrated. You say "*******" whether joke or vile and "**** me" when penetrated.
You put your ******* up as a clear indication. An indication that shows via signals your current irritation.
You say "*******" meaning go away and "**** yourself" means to make this clearer. "******" means persn and "**** partner" a non-serious lover.
Well I say **** life, **** death, **** puerty, **** ****. **** all the things that try to force me to change myself.
**** love, **** hate, **** destiny, **** fate. these things are just emtional, a way of god giving you a slap in the face.
**** dads, **** moms, **** terrorists, **** bombs. Such elements are born to teach and keep straight, yet some cause hate.
**** for pleasure, **** pain, **** loss, hell, **** gain. And from that moment, you'll fing out all the things cleared from your brain.
No, we don't hate these things, we just sometimes don't find pleasure. You'd have a "****** up" relationship when you refuse to be together.
All these things were easy to say, digging for words sometimes'll get you stuck. Which is why I believe there's no better created word than a summary word like "****"
an old poem I made back when I used to always try to rhyme. it's a poem, isn't it lol
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
I wanted to write about our happiness
Especially with this night's stillness
Tonight I wanted to write about me and you
The you I loved, the one I first met
The you on our memorable first date
One whose smile condensed me like dew
One who brought the better out of me
And took 30 good minutes just to hug me
The one who smiled, one who was shy
The you who actually taught me how to kiss
"Close your eyes, and hold me like this "
Yes, we passionately osculated for hours
When the entire big world was just ours
The one I locked fingers with and walked
You remember those nights we talked?
No moment has ever matched that so far
Some memories are vivid, some are blur
Thought about that funny day in my room
When you swept me like a new broom
To the bed, did you actually want it
You were an apple I always wanted to eat
But I was too young, thought it would last
Or maybe being the first, wanted it to last
I wanted to write about that **** card
You sent me wishing me luck and success,
It made that year the best I've ever had
I wanted to write about your embrace
Wanted to write about how I dreamed
When your affection filled and brimmed
I was tempted to think we were forever
To flow to happily ever after, like a river
Write about how I missed you during school
When thinking about you restored my cool
Each time I was provoked and frayed
You were a constant each time I prayed
With you in my life, I was a crowned king
"Long distance ",the song I recall you sing
To write about that little I could afford
Remember the gifts, my first, It's a record
I was ashamed when you disappeared
I felt my instincts mock me, I feared
To write about my the favorite picture
I think about that in almost every lecture
Didn't want to buy you the small sweet
My heart is what said I should do it
I was glad when you actually loved them
The deep emotions are hard to explain
Afraid words might make them sound plain
I remember Mil wanted U and I make love
I was so honest with you little loving dove
I wanted us to travel the whole world
I hoped to be with you till grey and bald
Today I just wanted to be simple and true
As I remember the moments with you
The moments I were treasured and hailed
But I was still affected,once again I failed
It hurts but I'll never show
She'll never get to know
LJDC Apr 2015
I hate your voice so gentle,
And how your eyes look at me.
It's just so awkward,
Seeing you face to face,
Listening to your sweet lyrical voice.
I hate how you smile,
With your most awesome lips.

Now I'm just saying this,
For you to understand,
What I really felt with you.
I'm just really nervous seeing you,
Or it's just my heart, beating so fast,
A sign of being in love with you.

I may not be sending to one person,
But trust me, right now, it's you.
I was inspired by you to create this,
For the special one I ever dreamed of.

My love may come too soon,
Or later than I expected,
But how I wish he's you.

I will start by saying this,
3 words and 8 letters,
I love you.
When love was young and happy and sweet.
Frankie Abraham Apr 2015
When I'm with you,
I'm thrown back into a world
Of randomness and imagination
Much like the world I knew as a child.

We drive through my favorite fast food restaurant and you order the exact same thing I've ordered a million times before yet it's not like anything I've ever tasted.

You've become my childhood best friend. I whisper secrets into your ear. You listen. Hold my hand and share secrets of your own. Mine seem like planets compared to your galaxies.

You shove a coloring book to my face and all I want to do is color within the lines to impress you. But you surprise me and show me how to color outside the lines.

You've thrown me back into a world I thought was long gone. Back to when I thought of only good things. To when Santa was real. To when ice cream was the only medicine. To when a  rainy day meant home movies and no school.

To when all I could think of was waiting for someone like you to come into my life...
And now I'm thrown forward into now. Into the present. To when im with you. Beside you. Loving you. Thanking the stars for making the wait worth it.
AW Feb 2015
When I was ten,
I had the tendency to raise my voice
A little too high;
I was afraid that if I didn’t,
Nobody would be bothered to listen to what I had to say.
But I was always silenced with a simple:
“Mind your indoor voice,”
Because my indoor voice was more easily ignored.

When I was thirteen,
I knew of a girl whose wrists were so eloquently lined with poetry
Because she didn’t dare make a sound,
But you see,
There was nothing beautiful about the verses
Written with the ink pouring from her veins.

When I was sixteen,
I came across a boy left sobbing
Because his sister dreamed of being as light as
The oxygen that no longer fills her lungs.
Tell me you could hear what you told her not to say.

When I was seventeen
My best friend fell in love
For the last time.
He could feel his heart climbing out of his chest,
And in foreign scroll it bore the name of a man;
For this he wanted to die.
Since when did falling in love become a ***** word?
I know you said to use my indoor voice but
Can you hear me now?

When I was eighteen
I learned that etiquette won’t banish the empty
Promises of a society
That doesn’t want to hear what I have to say;
A society that doesn’t want to hear the stories of the souls
They banished from their memories
Hiding behind the claims that there was nothing that could have been done
To save them.

No.
I will no longer use my “indoor voice.”
I will not quiet myself because you are afraid of the words I have spoken.
Even after my voice is confined to a hoarse whisper,
I will make you listen to the consequences of what you’ve chosen to ignore.
See, you’ve taken our bodies and turned them into time bombs,
And we shouldn’t be the only ones forced to listen as they scream:
Three. He told you that he couldn’t breathe,
And you said it was because he never even tried.
Two. It’s getting harder to breathe.
Can you hear me?
One. I promise,
I tried.
~ A.W.
Barnabas Smith Feb 2015
The storm came so suddenly
No warning seen
Now all is gone
So little time to live
written c. 2003
Barnabas Smith Jan 2015
The flame begins to flicker
Darkness creeps in
The furnace stands strong
Yet no heat remains within
written c. 2003
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