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Sarah Salako May 2016
she watched her move
gracefully and quiet
she moved with purpose
but she remained silent
her eyes betrayed her though

HOLLOW eyes pierced into mine
they reflected my future
they dug out my past
i stared back at the endless pits that seemed to draw me in
and reached out a hand to save us both

i touched glass because i was looking in the mirror
she was my reflection and her touch was cold
her tears trickled down her face
sad
angry
confused

we stared endlessly
Silverflame May 2016
The music is blasting out loud.
You can feel the bass diving into your body.
Sweating mortals, creating chaos in a crowd.
It’s here where nobody becomes somebody.

Fragile glass filled with colors of a rainbow.
The liquid’s job is to make you dizzy.
Turning strangers into people, you now know.
It’s here where lazy meets busy.

Wanting a good time but is being oddly exposed.
Intrusive questions, stirring up the tension.
Asking polite for the door to remain closed.
It’s here where admiration turns into obsession.

Light is out, except for the lighter’s flame.
Shattered bottles and broken high heels.
Skin meets ground, leading to tomorrow’s pain.
It’s here where your alter ego is truly revealed.
I am not the party type at all. I will always prefer staying home surrounded by nothing but silence.
Victoria Bravo Mar 2016
how do you love?
i can't imagine you've never given it
yet, you clearly lack the etiquette

how do you love?
you're transparent
but not in the way that light shines though

how do you love?
truthfully the question is no surprise
you know only lust in disguise

how do you love?
This poem isn't complete
SøułSurvivør Mar 2016
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you capture
my image
in the
lens
of
your
aperture

a small
butterfly
i struggle in
the net of your eye

you drain my colors
to replenish your
iris and leave
me cold and
alone as
transparent
as crystal and
just as

shattered


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/12/2016
our little dog Cocoa is better
but not out of the woods yet

THANKS FOR YOUR
GOOD THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS!

It's 1:40 in the morning
Cannot sleep so I'll read a while

-
b for short Dec 2015
We learn to pretend
so that the cracks in our hearts
aren’t sad— but vintage.
© Bitsy Sanders, December 2015
Douglas Stone Oct 2015
Here I go again guess i'm up again
Can't dream but I can't plain complain
Miscellaneous mischievous thoughts are on my brain
Can't seem to drain this live of pain
waking not just once or twice it's like I never sleep
My thoughts so complex I get lost inside them
When I try to undermine I can't wrap my mind around 'em
Not all who wander are lost but those lost can't even wonder, my mind ponders in a stance like i'm free to lie
If they're free to buy, guess freedom is still alive
But to dreams i'm a prisoner
where there can be no visitor
I am hollow and I will live forever
Christopher Lowe Sep 2015
People walk past and come around
So you think I’d never be lonely
But I’m stuck behind this glass

It’s easy to seem like its okay inside
You’d think it was obvious
From the other side

Now I’m painting these invisible walls
With the pain inside
Hoping things will change
If they can’t see inside

But I’m paralyzed, not by fear
Or anger
Or my rattled mind

Indifference has crept in
But people still don’t see
It haunting me
Through these glass halls

And I’m trying my best
But the paint
Just isn’t sticking

Now these glass walls
They’re just spattered messes
And invisible dead ends

And they see transparency
But I’m trapped
Behind these glass walls
Transparency is tricky.  But it is easy to feel trapped.
You're girlfriend material, but not for me
You are sweet and gentle as could be, but don't you see?
Everything we build will not last long
Because you're younger
And life would make me leave you behind,
And that's not fair to you at all.
So I'm breaking the pain before it could possibly even start,
I care about you and your feelings inside your heart
I'm not trying to play games and lie to you
About a girl that likes me but is too young but I still think she's one of the greatest :)
Emily L Jun 2015
Sometimes I wish I was the kid in the corner,
blending in
but looking outside the lines
and if I ever strayed from
what's normal
I'd just disappear in
the blink of an eye
because
all we want is
to lay our hands on something real
and all I want is
to bare my soul to not conceal
looking-out, never looking in
Who I am,
Who I've always been.
Sometimes I wish I was the girl
everybody dreamed of
standing out not sticking in
and if I ever got sick of
what they wanted
I'd be just like a chrysalis
and shed this skin I've flaunted
for so many years
because all we want is
to lay our hands on something real
and all I want is
to be comfortable enough to heal
the scars,
this pain,
this cross around my neck
crucifying
all that I am
always looking out, never looking in
I know who you are
and who I've always been.
So, watch me as my walls
come caving in
I'm safe inside
I think I'll make it out alive
This time
I'm not perpendicular
I'm outside but
we're pretty similar
I've always known
Who you are
and who I really am
Inside, outside
I think I'll make it out....
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