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Is this just the dream you haven't awaken from yet? Am I your nightmare or just your biggest regret? Or am I that dream you'll never forget do you wake up only to go back to sleep and dream of us together forever because when reality hits baby it's like a brick its heavy and will crush your dreams like nothing else I'm sorry I'm not your reality but
baby you can always dream
Drifter Feb 2015
Every time I see a beautiful girl
that I want to kiss,
I feel less self-conscious my self,
because every time I am reminded
of how **** us women are.
Yes, especially in our too-big
***** t-shirts
and bed-head  hair,
we absolutely ******* gorgeous.

Hey-
everybody listen,
I think I have just discovered
the one advantage
of being gay.

Oh yeah,
for the win.
Yaaaaas, for the win.
EME Feb 2015
El reloj va sonando, marcando un tempo de viejo afligido, como si estuviera desesperado por dictar una hora, o un día.
El perro se para a observar el "Tic tac" y su cola baila los danzones que el viejo reloj marca.
La comida hierve con delicadeza y el humo de la olla silba las baladas que el tocadiscos canta, el reloj marca y la cola del perro baila.
En la mesa se destapa el elixir que llena copas y embriaga almas cubriendo cuerpos como los ríos cubren al mar, y el mar inspira al escriba que roba suspiros que mueven manecillas de relojes para marcar tiempos y bailar colas de perros, hervir ollas que silban canciones y hacer luz que hacen cantar tocadiscos.
Entonces el reloj se detiene porque ya es Jueves y son las cinco de la tarde
By: Carlos Lorenzana
Phoebe Hynes Jan 2015
There was a boy who I told no,
No meant yes,
And my cries did not matter.
I have crumbled,
           and stumbled,
               and the matter I once was has turned to dust,
                     dancing away on a cloud somewhere my soul would rather be.
Amee Jan 2015
Sometimes the truth is hard to find,
A little bit of trust, eats a bit of your mind,
I run over rocks to feel the pain,
Let it rain, don't seek, no gain.

Only for a moment I stopped to look back,
For a smile on my face he left me years back,
His hands were comforting, his voice was deep,
Love ran on his face, love literally did reek.

It's all hazy now, didn't break no trust,
I was his, and so was my lust,
Lies and darkness he endowed upon me,
Where was his love flying, all so suddenly?

I tried to figure, solve, what triggered,
I tried to detach, but my happiness withered,
Used ways and means to leave him behind,
Couldn't help myself but look back, in hindsight.

Every imposition was suddenly revoked,
Felt free, with no hope, a bit choked,
What was I doing? What was I? So mad?
In the end it's my life, what makes me glad.

I won't do this, I won't do that,
Hell of a rebel, I had in my hat,
I wasn't going to fall, not again,
Somehow my heart beat wasn't the same.

This new life, then held my hand,
Only to make me understand,
Just two of us, no needs, no demand,
Here we are, here together we stand.

Different as it was, I could look in his eyes,
Fun things we did, everyday is still a surprise,
No false promises, no space for lies,
Wonder how he makes me feel this confident and shy!

Would I walk a mile again? Heart's been through a lot,
Will love get back, with no hate in plot?
I have everything, as much as I need,
Just need some love, don't have to beg or plead.

*Let love happen again?
Ciarra Jan 2015
Yes, I'm okay.
No I'm not.

Yes, I'm just really tired.
No, I'm tired of living.

Yes, everything is fine.
No, my world is crashing down around me.

Yes, I'll be fine
No, you'll be lucky to see clean wrists tomorrow.

Yes, I've been eating.
No, I haven't eaten, when I do, I throw it back up in disgust.

Yes, I feel confident.
No, I just wish I was perfect.

Yes, I'm fine being alone.
No, I just want somebody to love me...

Yes, I'm telling the truth*
No, I'm telling the truth.
Genesis Luna Serenity
Crystal June Jan 2015
Yes, I live here.
No, I don't actually have a life.
Yes, I smile almost every day.
No, I never mean it.
Yes, I sleep fine at night.
No, I don't feel safe.
Yes, my family loves me.
No, I don't love myself.
Yes, I have my own room.
No, I don't ever stop feeling lonely.
Yes, my parents cook me dinner.
No, they don't actually want me to eat.
Yes, I have friends.
No, they don't put me first.
Yes, I'm getting help.
No, it doesn't make a difference.
Yes, this is my house.
No, this is not my home.
Rhet Toombs Jan 2015
Please
Please let me get what I want
Be present
Shining down
Your eyes
Crouched
By the window frame
With mortal flesh
Beam light
Through the doorway
As you collapse
On my couch
WickedHope Dec 2014
She said I'm skinny.
He said I'm ****.
She said I'm smart.
He said I'm sweet.
I said I'm sorry.
But I'm not sure any of them are me.
Ram N Oodle Dec 2014
I write to give a voice to the mute, the silent, the unable.
I write to paint the leaves on a long forgotten tree.
I write to remember all that has passed.
I write for those who can’t
I write for people, with people, to people, and at people
I write for a dream, to create and mold that dream
I write to argue with the known and to question the unknown
I write to give value to things that have been cast aside
I write for the joy, and the bliss
I write for the sadness, and the pain
I write the truth
I write the lies
I write for the perpetual and the transient.
I write, I read, I write, I speak, I write
The power my words hold, the beauty my words hold,
They empower and brighten this world.
They are the weapons I hold on my palette.
I wield them to leave an imprint on a white canvas,
A canvas, yet to be infested with my candor,
This world of taint
This world that my words, make drift away
Gone is the stress, strife, and worry
replaced by a fantasy, a story, a luxury
something reality can’t get a grasp on,
something that takes it all away.
My word is art.
My word is life.
My word can.
That is why I write.
Why do you write?
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