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 Nov 2014 nat
Tyler Durden
Can I be your Da Vinci?
I'll help you paint that fake smile, clearly.
Quit running home and painting your thighs red
Run and lay your
Head
On my bed
Instead.
Don't look in my closet
The skeleton named 'typical' hides to drag me into this deep blue
And he's looking for you to come too.
Does anyone still like what I write
 Nov 2014 nat
Kassadie Spencer
You were everything good in my life
but if things lasted forever
the sun would never set
and coffee wouldn't cool
most importantly, you would still love me
but nothing gold can stay
no matter how many times i beg you not to leave
I cannot keep my grasp on you any tighter
and my fingers are slipping
because they are wet with blood
and tears that have been shed
my body is numb, my brain, dead
my heart is week
but my feelings for you have never been stronger
yet I cannot hold onto to you
for as much as I love you
they tell me if I love something I must let it go
and I am trying to let go
but I feel like I am letting go completely
for my body is shutting down
and you'll be gone soon
taking my what's left of my happiness along
but you might as well have taken my life
 Oct 2014 nat
Brenna Martin
4:47 am
 Oct 2014 nat
Brenna Martin
you are not the smell before rain, you are a ******* hurricane. you tore through every ******* wall I put up and now I'm left with broken pieces of your old coffee mug and ripped receipts with ****** I love you's written drunkenly on the back. my hands are numb but my mind is as sharp as the razor blade that kisses my wrist and I'm cutting up my arms trying to cover up the slashes you left on the inside of my collapsing rib cage but nothing pierces through me the way your ice blue eyes did when I woke up next to you. my head is spinning from brandy and coke and your voice is ringing in my ears and my eyes are burning but I haven't slept in two weeks. I started binge drinking tea instead of liquor and I guess that's a good thing although I'm just poisoning my heart with caffeine instead of my liver with alcohol. maybe I should start reading again but I'm only attracted to the beautiful things that are constantly destroying me.
 Oct 2014 nat
IncadesentCat
that running from our problems
doesn't work on a circular track
and hiding can't save us
when everything is made of glass
 Oct 2014 nat
Alberto Ruiz
Luna
 Oct 2014 nat
Alberto Ruiz
I gazed out at the night to find
The moon shining  
Throughout the darkness:
Enveloping its surroundings
Only to pierce my mind in a way
The most stunning wonders can.
I couldn't help but remember
Your eyes full of galaxies and I
Experience a feeling reminiscent
Of the thought
Of one who's always on my mind.
There in the night remained
A moon that shone despite,
And one who's light
Reaches both of us.
And though divided at the time,
Our sight is fixated equally,
And I desperately believe we might
Shine despite the divide
If we try.
For I find that you are more lovely
Than a full moon at night,
You bring your own light.
And so do I.

[ARH]
 Oct 2014 nat
Tom Leveille
jamais vu
 Oct 2014 nat
Tom Leveille
and i am eleven again
feeling like tomorrow
is a couple yesterday's ago
smothered in cayenne pepper
hot enough to take off taste buds
and tonight i am eating a meal
only worth burning
it tastes like my parents anniversary
it tastes like a zinfandel
left on the counter too long
it's a bad story, see
there's no silverware
'cause my mom sold it
to keep the lights on
and somewhere in heaven
somebody in a suit
doing commentary
on this fiasco
is telling someone else
in a suit that
"you have to eat love with your hands"
so we sit, four plates on the table
for the two of us
my brother's long gone
dad's even further away
& he's not the one who's buried
i carry both their names like anchors
that i cannot unmoor from
while she looks at the empty table
and says something about the news
she says something else
but she's not talking
we aren't proud of this, see
my dad likes to wax his car
he's proud of it
and my mom says
she sees a lot of him in my hands
says, i touch the things i find
like they didn't belong
to people sleeping in the ground
she says i touch photo albums
the same way-
you know,
i never used to believe
that history could repeat itself
not until i could
fast forward seventeen years
and still wake up to smoke alarms
how i would go into our kitchen
to find it empty
and the dinner smoldering
& my mother in her bedroom
looking through family photos
like it's a just another summer day
and the sirens are just the birds
i don't ask, i never say a word
in this moment
i am an archeologist
afraid to dig up the past
cause history repeats itself-
you see
my brother is dead
and my father is gone
they have been for some years now
and my mother
sometimes forgets
and sets their place at the table
like they're still here
and in the confusion
ends up ankle deep
in pictures of how it used to be
she let's dinner burn
and douses it in red pepper
hoping i won't know the difference
 Oct 2014 nat
Tyler Durden
I'm sitting all alone
Listening to blink 182
I can't stop thinking of how I hate you.
But please don't hang up the phone
Don't load the gun
When you're trying to blow off steam
Because I know exactly were to shoot your self esteem.
Metaphor
 Oct 2014 nat
Tyler Durden
I'm miles away from home
The air is colder
The people unfamiliar
But for some reason
I feel a sense of purpose
I think I'm closer to finding
You
 Oct 2014 nat
Tom Leveille
i love you this morning
it's a come home safe morning
fog on the road
& no seatbelt kind of morning
the sun is over easy
& nothing's on fire
there's punctuation
where i don't want it
and extra love
in the glovebox of my car
been thinking about being honest
how these poems are all me
but they tell the story
how someone else
might believe it happened
within reasonable doubt
no copy & pasted love letters
no 'who ever says hello first gets my attention for the day'
try a little tenderness
in my ears and today
there are instruments
in the back of my head
i think you love me
because i'm sunburned
felt it in a 'come hell or high water' kinda way, that 'touched from far away' kinda way that 'if i touch this piano one more time one of us is going to break' kinda way
and i drove over 17 bridges yesterday and today i'll do it again
and i think nobody gets
what that means except maybe you
i just tell them i love the scenery
that somebody must've made
these trees blush just for me
you know how i love
to change the subject
i bet they'd love the view
i bet you would too
and all these metaphors
for other things are beside the point
this is a metaphor
for why i don't wear my seatbelt
a metaphor for why whiskey
knows me better than you
could ever try to
all the buildings seemed to sag yesterday and all the stars
are doing that cliche thing
where they talk
quiet jet noise
& some lumbering giant
made everything shake
not those hand metaphors
not another one of those
& keep the sea to yourself
i think it was a train
it's sound hugged the embankment
for a moment
and then trailed off into nowhere
and that's kind of like me
how there's a town called 'rescue'
close to my home &
it's no coincidence
that i've never been there
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