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 Mar 2013 undefined
v V v
4:44 am
 Mar 2013 undefined
v V v
Everything I need is right here,
a foot away and still
I’m nostalgic for what I’ve already got.

I keep searching for you, I don't know,
gravestones, sunsets, lyrical genius,
death by overdose, that painful beauty
I could not obtain for so many years
behind shut doors and far across
parquet floors is now open,
open but blowing shut,
my mind is blind,
I smell burning hair
the smell is burning hot
while my tears wash away
whats left for me to see

….you're right ******* here
and still I'm looking...........

you used to be so bright
why did you fade?
you didn’t
its me behind another hill
another escape down a pathway
from brightness under cover,
under feather, under weather.

so much reminds me of you
I feel your absence as if
I've lost you yet

your right here,
you’re lying right here

why do I do this?

Are you here
or am I dreaming of you?

It’s the wish for you that moves me
the search for you, the hunt for love

are you still as bright or
have I burned you out......?

love me save me just don’t leave me
let me figure this all out.
 
its 4:44 am and the little boy ghost
and the angel are here,
I hear them talking and preparing
for some kind of spiritual intervention
I swear they’re here to take me away but
please don’t let them
please don't let them
 
I know I make it hard for you to save me

I expect you to read my mind and then
turn around and decipher it for me


its no wonder I occasionally feel lost
 Mar 2013 undefined
DieingEmbers
I offer you nothing...


but my words


and

my heart.
Silver tongue and heart of gold
 Mar 2013 undefined
Alexis Martin
a sorrow
that weighs on your chest
and crushes your lungs
no tears, no weeping
just overwhelming
numbness
-
She lives a quiet life,
she tiptoes around,
she whispers when she speaks,
she hardly ever makes a sound.

Although her words are quiet,
her mind is very loud.
She has so much to say,
but no one listens for soft sounds.

She's an invisible girl,
who doesn't want to stand out,
she just wants to be heard,
without having to shout.

Sometimes the loudest people,
aren't saying much at all.
Empty words and promises,
just leave their mouths and fall.

But whispered words fly high,
and catch peoples attention,
they're intriguing, so amazing,
but only when they listen.

So look outside the spotlight,
because often the real star,
isn't anyone on stage,
but the mind behind it all.
 Mar 2013 undefined
Caroline
I am stuck
Stuck in a world
A world in which I do not belong
Fish out of water
Flopping around
Gasping for air
Cringing at the light
Suffocated by society
 Mar 2013 undefined
Caroline
Hole
 Mar 2013 undefined
Caroline
The drip of the ink
mocks the silent screams
that are crushed and sink

Deep down to the depths of the sea
The cold chills to the bone
that quivers the structure of my knees

It unlocks the vault filled with the stacks
Of the harbored wounds
That are beginning to make me crack.
 Mar 2013 undefined
JM
I put the "fun" in dysfunctional, the "hot" in psychotic.
I seriously ******* hate ten word "poems." I don't consider them poems, but then again, I don't consider anything I write to be poetry.
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