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Kasey

Everyone wants to fall in love
But all I want is a pen and some tequila
And to remember every detail about the dream I had a couple of nights ago.
About a small ship in a big ocean
A castle with a maze of hallways.
Perplexing. Confusing. Invigorating.
Terrifying.
Then I can wake up and go to church,
Forget to check my texts again.
And wonder what it must be like to lose yourself in another person.
Then I'll write it down.

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Never Explain.

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Kasey

Never Explain.

Never explain except for in love.
When you explain why you feel the need to exaggerate everything that makes you unique
And challenge those who challenge you. Fight those who beat you. Conquer those below you.
When you stand alone in front of the one and say I Am Who I Was Made To Be.
And perhaps explain who you are.
Why you're weird, grotesque, mature, immature, laugh, smile, cry, dream, write.
And that some people watch, some read, some write, some frown, some
Take the time to grow into cases the world lacks the capacity to withstand.
And maybe explain why you're content with this mediocrity that is laughing at yourself.
Singing loudly to empty rooms in a dark house with an off-pitch voice.
Walking the silent, cold streets with your head down arms closed around your chest.
Never excuse yourself for this.
Only explain that this is who you are and no person of worth can take that away.
And no person of worth will take that away.
They will embrace the surprises and the emotions and love.
Without needing an explanation.

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Veteraned Tracks

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Bonni

Veteraned Tracks

Tedious tattered tracks
cast aside and cliched.

Freeze the frame
upon the lapsed remnants
of yesteryear's past.

Various voyages traversed,
infusing history,
instilling wisdom.

Inattentive iris,
incompetently fail to grasp,
the weary beauty
of the veteraned tracks.

Inspired by a picture of old train tracks

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Insignificant Snowflake

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Bonni

Insignificant Snowflake

Gazing past my somber expression
etched upon the windows reflection.
Silently observing the snow's caress
soft, fragile, cold, much like myself.

Kinship is shared,
as I gaze out from my window,
observing them cascade,
caught in a moment of limbo.

I, just an insignificant snowflake,
weak, insubstantial, easy to break.
Diminished by even the softest touch,
transforming, melting, to lamented sludge.

Many will cast eyes upon my silent fall
but with a millions others, I am too small.
Tranquilizing, a melancholy presence,
lethargically dropping in evanescence.

Some may glance and discover elegance
but rarely can they withstand my elements.

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Open Your Eyes

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kels

Open Your Eyes

Many will prove themselves worthy if you give them a chance. Trust them and let them rise to your feelings. It can be hard not to immediately write people off. I used to trust everyone, until I realized that you can't. It took me a long time to realize you have to guard yourself. People are so fascinating - they have histories,
stories,
traumas,
pain,
traits,
vices,
virtues,
love affairs,
sleepless nights,
values,
hobbies,
habits,
failures,
flaws,
and memories.
It is difficult for me not to want to get to know almost everyone I come across. This certain seeking quality about myself gets me into an awful lot of problematic scenarios. I often end up in the crossfire of many situations that never really involved me in the first place. I've met an awful lot of individuals, but only a handful who looked at me and saw what I don't see. This phenomena is a great source of inspiration to me. Sometimes I feel like "what you see is what you get" and there's nothing more to me than what I portray to others in order to convey the qualities I'd like them to believe. Being mysterious is a haven to me. I figure if nobody ever really knows who I am, I am safe and they can't hurt me. Yet this has proven itself untrue. Do I even know myself? Often times, the answer is no - and that's why it blows my mind when people seem to have that certain knowing look and they see all the things I bury deep, things I'm afraid to show like weaknesses and failures. These people remind me that I have potential and I'm not as bad as I think I am.
People who see you - really see you for who you are - are very rare, but worth waiting for. They see past the masks, fronts, and facades you've learned to put on and they understand the things you've always wanted people to understand without you having to explain.
They get it.
Hold onto those people.
They are the way to success and happiness and true friendship.
Post-conventional thinking will always outweigh earthly expectations.
**** everything that isn't fulfilling.
Life is something rules shouldn't be imposed on where they don't need to be.
Open your eyes.

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Untitled

Nov 2013 undefined

Rachel Ueda

Untitled

Eyes open
to pale blue light
tinted grey
soft motions
clothing
body
creeping out
the creaking door
breathing in
the "cold" California
air
running
feet
concrete
pounding
music playing
heart beating
mouth smiling
laughing
eyes crying
to the sheer irony
of feeling so alive
in the season
the world
decides
to die.

I felt so good this morning and went for a jog. It was DEAD silent haha. just thought it was funny

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Soft drug

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Clarisa

Soft drug

Your kiss like fire
Your love like a summer
Rain
My realty is winter
Sadley your all I
Crave

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safe 10w

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K Mae

safe 10w

^
safe isolation
                   pride covers fear

        numb doesn't feel
                            *reflections clear

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Yours

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Mikaila

Yours

I can't touch anyone else anymore.
I stopped trying.
It used to be okay.
I used to fuel it with a bit of anger and pass it off as excitement.
But...
If somebody were to kiss me lately
I think I'd just turn away.
I think I'd try to hard to lean in and forget, but in the end I'd know I couldn't do it.
I used to have the odd person that I'd flirt with or cuddle with,
I used to even have someone I'd kiss often, and forget it wasn't what it could be.
I tried, hard.
I failed.
And finally after trying and trying,
After several last ditch attempts,
I've decided that this is it.
That if you won't be near me-
And maybe you won't-
Nobody will.
I'm tired, and I'm brave enough and wise enough to know when I've been cornered by my feelings.
I can face being alone.
And if I have to, if I can't have you,
I will accept nobody else.
I have no interest, and I'm done trying to.
Whether you hold me or walk away,
I am yours,
And there is nothing either of us can do about it now.

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It's been a while

Nov 2013 undefined

rachel g

It's been a while

it's been a while,
and i'm not sure what to say.
things have changed
i wonder if you'll all remember what I used to be,
if you'll remember me,
because i can't remember who i was a week ago,
let alone last year.

i'm eating homemade granola
left from my camping solo
and all i taste is
the faint twang of bear vault
fire
and wet pine needles.