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Lady Wolf Mar 2015
I'm not that tall
to keep my feet underwater
without drowning.
Cause I'm flying
not to keep away
but to catch my will.

But you my little secret,
wherever you go without even hiding,
You're painstakingly stifling
seeing with the joy right now
of souls shrouded upon the other story.

Between age and chances,
I'll keep myself out of the ideally insane.
So dont you say I feel not or I'm too weak
for i'd rather not tell or talk of this risk.

What you're scared of what i'm scared of
When weary and when gone.
Because losing grip isn't rather easy
When you choose what to choose
and who to loose
In secrecy.
My Scarlet Amora Mar 2015
It's been a while now since I've talked you
I still have not heard your voice in years it feels
I'm letting you go
But I still think about you
Do you still think of me?
I wonder when I wont think of you anymore
Until you are nothing more than a memory
But right now I can still see your eyes
How bright they were
But how dead you were inside
You were something else
A race against time
But I no longer can fight the good fight
You have stand up on your own
We would have been great together you said
Would we?
I don't think so
You bring someone else out of me
And I don't know if I like her
You can hate me all you want
But I did what was best for us
We would have died together
A slow and painless death
Why will you only die for me?
That was the only way I could be with you
To live I have to be
Be worth it and live
Because life goes on
Born of fear, fueled by anger
This resentment I feel for you
Creates abscesses on my soul
Poison filled sacs of toxic hate which
Rise like bile in my gullet
To choke my spirit
Much like the dead alcoholic
Who's aspirated on
His own ***** and phlegm
A bloated purple carcass
Devoid of autonomy of spirit
Self-obsession robs me
Of conscious truth
Fear - that your indictments
Against me will be brought
Before the grand jury of
The universe and I will be found lacking
Resentment - at you for not becoming
A willing patron of
My brand of truth
Anger - at me for my own failings
Brought to light
Secrets I can no longer hide
While my defects are
Glaringly obvious to
One as enlightened as
You purport to be
Did not your path to
Spiritual perfection
Contain the blueprint to
Correct your vain sins of glory and
Indignant self-deception?
Is not your lofty status
Grand enough to look upon
My humiliated soul with
Something less than contempt?
Justine G Feb 2015
There’s something about keeping
wounds open that feels better
than letting them heal.

To have fallen so
unexpectedly
into the company of an alluring
stranger.

The all-consuming infatuation
with those azure irises
and their blinking
benevolence.

To yearn to hear
his voice
as he unravels words unto everyone
but me.

The kisses that
have fallen at the feet
of the pedestal
he stands upon.

To hear him speak of
her
with the same desire
that I
think of him.

To watch those azure irises
stray their attention
to her golden braids.

The silence
as it becomes a knife
that--
slowly--
kills me.
Lina Feb 2015
I try so hard to make him love like I
Love him, but he’s incapable of caring.
I’d given up my romantic desires. But then,
You came into my life and showed me love.
Forever changed. My heart? Forever yours.

And even though this isn’t right, this affair,
I can’t resist the emotional bliss. You get
Me…something no one else has ever done.
Attraction isn’t in the way you look, but
The way you make me feel. I need you near.

Although you know I love him, and always will,
You won’t give up on me. But why? Why?
Not lust, I know. Not beauty either, for I
Am not one whose beauty stands above all else.
Perhaps it is the mind. Your mind and mine.

Maybe it’s wrong. And maybe I shouldn’t try
With you. But my heart is torn in two directions.
On one hand, you. The one that cares…and shows it.
The other, him. The one I can’t refuse.

I love two people…people I can’t have.
Blank Verse written for my college class. Iambic pentameter.
You sit only inches from me.

Every right turn's tragic momentum
Theatrically lunges you closer to me.
The smallest points of your elbow
Lightly brisk the top of my memory.

The tickle sends a shivering pulse
Between the blades of my back.
The knot of my neck is hardly strong,
But weakness has fled from my head.

The feelings emerged are nothing new,
But my feelings submerge about you.
Wondering how well you know me,
But how much more you know my friend.

The compassion of trust to a friend,
Verse the pressure of lust to a trend.

The car stops, my place is on the left.
Nicole Louise Jan 2015
Drunken kisses,
stolen looks.
Skipping beats,
doubting thoughts


But is there still a triangle for me to rage against?
Is there still some feelings there?
From you?
From her?
From me?

You wrote a song about her,
Will there be one for me?

N. Hedges
JLPfoxy Jan 2015
I see the way you look at her.
You can't deny the attraction.
Why don't you do the honors?
Subtract me from that fraction!

Cause our relationship is only half of what
it was.
You had me drunk on love but now I'm just
slightly buzzed.
This is old. I found it in a notebook and decided to share.
Et cetera Nov 2014
A triangle
starts at a point
goes toward
two other points.
But who's to say
it doesn't begin
at two points
which meet
at one point?
Perception and Implications
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