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Avery Glows Jul 2018
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The more I think, and reflect about life, the more it strikes how little we need to survive.
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But then the question of my life itself baffles me still.
In the name of
Cups and Wands
and Swords and Pentacles.
How does one figure out
how one wants to ease into the world—
in what manner
what face
what costume
what identity
shall we assume
in this theatrical muse of mass-scale rehabilitation.
Searching,
for the right attire
in a tolerable personality.
To eventualize, to officiate, to become
A masterpiece—
by the hands of time
and the wheels of fortune.
So that we may be made worthy
Maybe, if you were dealt with luck.

Fortune's Fool—
How do we know which
is the correct way to go
sᴉ ǝɥʇ ʇɔǝɹɹoɔ ʎɐʍ oʇ oɓ·
in hindsight.
To hunt for a halo in the robes of glee
while you dwindle in time
Abject, at sea.

Cut the chase.
Bleed. Heal.
Await the haemorhage and its evanescence.
And when you approach the Great Finale,
Be free.
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At any moment of time, we have one foot in the abyss while the other lapses into ecstasy.
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July 2018
Acina Joy Jul 2018
“You say so little, to nothing. Why are you so quiet?” He asks.

Before she can even answer, he presses his lips against her’s, stopping her from speaking.
An unwritten narrative is always at the back of mind, waiting for the right moment to cease my daydreams and write them down on paper.
Jason Jul 2018
Laying eyes on you was an unforgettable mistake. One of the greatest mistakes in my life, that it was

Knowing you can’t have, and can only sit and watch. Reminds me of going to the toy store as a kid. Going to get a toy was the greatest feeling ever, but there’s another toy you really want alas, you cannot.

(Not insinuating playing a girl)

I never lusted after you. Your beauty exceeds such an abhorrent thing.

I don’t know much about you, but from what I’ve concluded you’re a normal girl that’s looking for love. We have the same goal, but I’ve never fallen in love.

I don’t know much about you, but I could learn.

I could listen to you for hours, but that’s a stretch since my attention span wouldn’t allow for it, but I would still find a way.

I feel like I don’t have much to offer, still, you could have all of my attention

Let me be your Receiver of Memory and let me bear your troubles

Your body is what girls loathe and still strive for.
Your body is great and your beauty transcends all words that describe attractiveness.

Never have I ever seen a girl this beautiful
Never have I ever felt this way
Never have I ever have I been so uncertain
Never have I ever fell in love

I don’t think love at first sight exists. But when I first laid eyes on you I was instantly and completely infatuated with you.

I’m not in love. I’m infatuated, can this blossom into an orchid or will it die quickly like a night-blooming cereus?

You are a blue rose, standing out from the others and rare.

I dare not say you’re perfect, a title only attainable by The Most High.

Nevertheless, you have my mind racing, my heart pounding and me speechless every time I see your face. You are you.


For Imanni Jackson
First timer.
Jabin Jul 2018
Cast it aside I…
Can the world be so…
Is anything actually…
Where does it go?

Promises they kept
Lifted from the well.
Hurt me just a little longer…
And I will never tell.

Basically, the chains they…
Craftiness all ensnared…
Turned round to face the…
Was it ever there?

Sever my motives
What does it matter?
Emptiness concepts…
Meaning’s in tatters.

Legs wrapped tight on…
Hardly notice the…
Singes the backside…
Looks so good, huh?

                         Push me to action.
                         Call me a fake.
                         Hurt me with venom.
                         Lies from the snake.

Nobody knows that…
So much of knowing it…
Is there a knowing such…
Yet, how we commit.

The pain sets it free now.
The blisters remind us.
Sifts through unknowing…
Blood, guts, and ****.

Will it ever be, I…
Where is the voice of…
Searching for aching…

And finding love.
Hunter Mars Jul 2018
I wanted so terribly to wholeheartedly adore him.

To break down my walls.
To lower my guard.
Dive headfirst into falling madly for him.

But I was no fool.

I knew that with every leap, came a landing

... and I can't say I was ready for the disaster that awaited me at the ground.
x.x H. Mars
(I wrote this for you, Josh)
E B K Jul 2018
I can't remember
what we had
last night

I only have things
that feel like dreams
For it was too good
to stay with me

Your hand in mine
with the view
I took you to
pretending
I'd never been there
so we could share
our joy
of discovery
as the sun
began to set

And then
the clouds came in
and faded
any truth
of us

Did we happen?
amber Jul 2018
you have me,
in the palm,
of your hand.
there is no grip,
yet I cannot flee.

I want to be,
entirely my own,
without thought of another.

yet I sit in your palm.
you have no idea,
and perhaps,
could not care less.
Alice Lovey Jul 2018
I'm blunt and outspoken,
But easily heartbroken.
So truthfully, it’s best to lie.
Or perhaps I  should say, “hide.”
It’s best to hide hesitance than to let it reside
In every day conversational tides—
Pushing and pulling erratically, yet expectedly
Like my tug-of-war thoughts
The ones that route me to rot
Like my wrought iron that rusts
Until the build up coerces me to combust
At the worst possible times.  
It’s best to delude that I’m fine,
Or should I allude it’s easier to whine
Online to anonymous shrines
Like this one?
It’s easier to remind myself
What’s “for the best.” “Each obstacle is a test.”
What I should do. What I shouldn’t.
What I’d give and what you wouldn’t, couldn’t and that I needn’t care.
“It’s best now to carry on,”
To claim I don’t want what I want and
That what I do want is wrong.

Is it wrong to pursue our desires?
Wasn't a forward girl required?
Or are we simply left reticent liars?
It's always the stagnancy of which I tire.
Wisteria Jul 2018
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You changed with the leaves in autumn,
Unhurriedly but vividly.
My mind wandered like the mind of a child,
Free to roam without consequence.
I believed us to be perpetual, without change,
But nothing changes more than a heart in winter.

In the summer we dreamt of snow,
But when it came we prayed for the sun.
Not one to disappoint, the sun abides by our prayers, ceaselessly,
Beckoning us to the shore where the waves were like our hearts,
Uncertain and beating at an unknown tempo.

Why do we grow bored of the things we once treasured,
The boy of mystery, the girl with a history?
I wonder why we begin to loathe the things that brought us pleasure,
The nights where our breath revealed itself,
To escape the monsters inside of us,
Begging to find shelter in the lungs of another vessel?

You told me with confidence,
“We will be infinite.”
I told you with diffidence,
“I believe you.”
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