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AFR Dec 2015
I would like to apologize for my very **** outfit
I mean who wouldn't be turned on by my button up shirt, tights, skirt, and boat shoes
Clearly I was asking for you to grab it
I mean I was basically wearing a sign saying grab it
I deserved the anxiety attack it caused me
I 100% deserved showering for an hour to feel clean
I hope you're happy
I mean I won't forget it
If you ever need a reminder check the notes you carved into my wrist
ailemA Nov 2015
Maybe I'm a bit upset,
Sometimes I wish I could forget,
But my memories are holding me up
By thin threads,

That are breaking,
More and more,
Everytime I walk out the door.

I could be seeing red,
But I'm feeling blue,
Because most things I see just remind me of you.
Aver Oct 2015
i do not make a noise as around you i creep
the shadows merely bend around my body
the floorboards, never do they creak
i carry with me no sense of aplomb
nor any importance
only a bombastic fool would suggest his own value
or declare himself aware
this world allows for no consciousness
the monotony of sights and sounds clouds my mind
i am nothing
i am nobody

it is not nice to meet you
for you see, to you young callow beings
the earth is not welcoming
i exhort every eager eyed child to maintain that smile
it will last only a short while
excuse me, i do not intend to infringe on your hopeful gathering
an interloper to many occasions, i apologize for bringing my truth
i see you are all getting much too old
to discuss these possibilities, it is futile to say the least
much too old, much too fast

no one alone can conquer the beast, hiding within each memory
but this is no matter to you
expressing your indifference is the epitome of your downfall
when your shallow hearts inveigh against your fragile minds
you become willing to sacrifice others in vain attempts to regain control
the authority we relinquished long ago
you surmise that what you do is right
yet you mumble apologies
your words like drivel from parted lips
i only sigh
i apologize for my lie
believe me i am a liar
yet i do mean what i say
i am not nobody
i am reality
this is your wake up call
good morning
good day
this is terrible I'm so sorry
Mark Lecuona Oct 2015
I sometimes wonder when my mind will catch up
Whoever thought us up had something in mind
I never can tell if I’m learning or just surviving
I just hope I’m a chord somebody is trying to find

The sign said the line for life starts right here
I looked down and it was where I was standing
But is it Rome or my own home, how to know?
Maybe it has something to do with not pretending

I don’t have a ticket but it’s playing in my head
But they can’t tell you if you’re the salt or the water
The ocean is beautiful but you can’t drink from it
Whoever made us won’t say why it’s mixed together

I decided a t-shirt was enough of a statement today
But I had to be sure that how I lived could be worn
The only thing that made sense was either a word
Or a picture of a man dreaming of being reborn

You had to tell me the limits of my capacity
It was as if you told me tomorrow was my last day
I can’t question myself all the time or else what?
That’s the choice, a question or a time to feel okay

I saw a man shrug who could make people happy
He walked away thinking he missed his chance
Everyone else wished they were him for a moment
But whoever made us won’t let us wear his pants

The things that hold tight the most can’t be seen
The light forms at the line between heaven and earth
We can choose which way to go while darkness decides
The only path to take is the one that challenges your worth

Every promise I ever made  was important in the end
I never told anyone things like I would except if they did
We can believe in nothing and rearrange furniture at will
But breaking a promise became a life from which you hid
Sydney Ann Sep 2015
Yes you have that I bet.
Sit with the interned, let it caress you
all the while it ***** the time away
straight from your internal clock
along with neurons
social and family relationships
so much time
What the ******* guys
you'll die with no memory
of ever living.
Think about that.
Mark Lecuona Aug 2015
To have done something, have you learned anything
other than the fact that it could be done and it could
be done by you; the next day do you tell everyone,
do you expect deference or do you quietly wonder
about the need for accomplishment without insight;
what if they carried you off, joyously praising you for
something that made them happy though it did not
change their lives; would it mean so much to you to
have changed their feelings for a moment so deeply
that they would remember it forever even though
it was not enough to enable a child to be fed by it’s
mother who cannot pay the rent on time; would you
rationalize the use of a tool that had no morality or
virtue except the blankness needed to achieve the
result so desired by those who cannot achieve it
on their own; or maybe a body so desirable that
you cannot hear a word she says because what is
that compared to the fantasy that you have built
around her face; it is only a matter of knowing why
you live and beyond the crashing times of your life
what you would do that could make time meaningful;
can you make up your mind to share these things
with me; can you make up your mind to waste time
while we create feelings that only the hand of another
can summon from within; can you tell me how you
feel without fear of the retribution of honesty that
someone who only exists not to learn but to consume
would deliver; no matter the day or the time, you do
not know if it is the beginning or the end, only that
the next decision you make could be the one that
changes your life if only you can discern between
growth and mere existence
Mel Little Aug 2015
But I'll correct the **** out of their grammar.
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