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2am
i cried so much
that the cries turned into screams
and i drowned in my own salt water
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Allen Wilbert
Opposites

I say love, You say hate,
I say curve. you say straight.
I say yes, you say no,
I say stay, you say go.
We agree to disagree,
to my heart, you hold the key.
We both beg to differ,
seeing you makes it stiffer.
I say pizza, you say salad,
I say rock, you say ballad.
I say front, you say back,
I say tic, you say tac.
I say you, you say me,
I say pay, you say free.
Sometimes opposites do attract,
all depending on the chemistry contact.
Nothing will ever tear us apart,
we have a title for the last ****.
I say please, you say beg,
I say breast, you say leg.
I say ***, you say ****,
I say three-way, you say group.
Took forever to find each other,
almost gave up on the love buzzer.
Our love is so very strong,
we both have the favorite song.
I say food, you say drink,
I say Halestorm, you say Pink.
I say metal, you say alternative,
I say positive, you say negative.
I say blue, you say red,
I say single, you say wed.
Nobody said love was easy,
it can make you sick and queasy.
We love each other no matter what,
butterflies fill up our empty gut.
I say naked, you say clothes,
I say fate, you say chose.
I say car, you say truck,
I say ***, you say ****.
Love comes in mysterious ways,
this is real, not a phase.
Our love is happily ever after,
the key is a nice ***** and some laughter.
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Jordan Frances
Did you look at the title and think
This is either going to be *****
Or deep and metophorical?
You may have even giggled when you read it.
These reactions are biproducts of society.

My parents shielded my eyes when
Anything even mildly ****** was on television.
It is part of life.
It is life.
And it is not gross or wrong
It is beautiful.

Here I am going to talk about a body in the essence.
My body.

WARNING: Content may be considered
Graphic, explicit or obscene
Because I am not a size two, or a six, or even an eight.
I am sizes twelve, fourteen, and sixteen.
And I am still beautiful.

Okay, let's start with the basics.
I stripped down in front of the mirror
And really looked at myself.
Every scar and every dent I have
From trying to pick or cut off my imperfections
Remains visible.

I ran my fingers over rough skin,
Remembering how I hoped to change my situation,
In the worst way.

I looked over at the scale,
But I dare not approach that monster.
It had me fixated on a number,
Not a person.
Not me.

I do have stretch marks along my stomach,
Red and purple and white.
From weight fluctuation
Due to a number of factors,
My eating disorder being one of many.

I have swollen glands in my throat
From the intentional vomiting.
But I have not done that
In nearly three weeks.
And I plan to keep that up for much longer.

The rise of my *******,
The dip in my waist
The curve of my hips
The build in my legs

Maybe it is not desirable to you
But I am a woman,
Not a stick.
And not your plaything.

The best feeling in the world
Comes when you look at yourself
And you conclude
That while healthier is an option
You are a piece of art.

So yes,
I am working on getting stronger,
But I really do not want to be a straight line.
I am a proud woman,
Proud of who I have and will become,
All nearly two hundred pounds of me.
This may be the hardest thing I have written to date, but I felt it needed to be heard. I need to set an example for little girls out there, girls who are crying about their bodies and who feel fat and ugly. Our society is so messed up that it has literally made it easier for me to write about my abuse and death than about my weight and my body.
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
berry
Untitled
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
berry
this is not a poem. this is a plea. this is me begging you to hear me when i tell you that i love you. my voice is weak and shaking like the branches of a willow in the wind. my hands are trembling like tremors under the surface of the earth. my vision is so blurred that i can barely focus my eyes as i type. i can feel the impending collapse of my lungs as they are further crushed by the weight of all my anxieties. my strength is fading, but i'm still screaming for you, only you don't seem to hear me. i'm reaching for you but you won't take hold of my hand. i swear to god i'm trying with everything i have to hold you together, but i'm terrified it's not enough. the very thought of your nonexistence consumes me in a fear i have never known. i have never been good at telling people i need them, but i can tell you how vacant this world would be if you left it. everything would change. you can't come in to my life like you did and then just leave it with no warning. you can't do that to me. you can't tell me that you want to marry me and then try to disappear without so much as a goodbye. you just can't. so i don't mean to make you feel guilty, i just need you to understand. don't you know what it would do to me if you left? how many times are you going to almost-die before you realize i will never be the same if you do?
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Cassidy
Where would I be now
If i wasn't ruined?
Hurt?
Broken?
It all destroys you,
Likewise making a
Beautiful mess,
It makes you lose
Control,
You're no longer fighting,
You eventually give up,
On everything,
You're no longer trying
To breathe in the air
All around you,
Trying to eat,
You can't even sleep
The way you once could,
It's waking up everyday
Wishing you had
Died in your sleep;
From crying in the
Shower just so no one can
Hear you weep,
From laying in your bed
Early in the mornings
Wishing you were never
Born;
It's where cutting yourself
Just to let yourself know
That you can still feel,
To the point where
The pain doesn't even
Matter anymore,
It's just a feeling,
A rush,
Of letting yourself know
You're still alive,
After all you've
Been going through;
This massive monster
You've turned yourself into
Caves in on you,
Consuming you,
Making you whole,
It becomes a part of you;
So now I answer,
Where would I be now
If I wasn't ruined;
Oh sweet naïve child,
This is all I've ever
Known

c.c.
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Powers
I am Ink
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Powers
I am Ink
sweet blood of the
pen.
I **** the flesh of parchment with savvy strokes of timeless musings.
The poet is nothing without my inspiration to spur him forward forcing thought from mind into
visual conceptions of reality.
The written word is law and
I am law
We are one.
The ink ,not the pen, is mightier than the sword.
What is the pen without me?
The ink.
A wasted corpse
space used on a desk
worthless
to be without ink.
I alone am the soul of literature.
I alone raise words from the dead  minds of deceased philosophers.
My word has capsized continents
waged unwinnable wars
I do not discriminate
I have killed men women children.
I have breathed life into centuries.
I am eternity
I am ink.
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Emily
I have absolutely the dirtiest
Most naughty thoughts
I've ever had
And they're all about you
I honestly think about your pleasure
Twenty four hours a day
Seven days a week
I die just thinking about the way we'd kiss
Slow and soft at first
Then they'd grow in passion
I imagine your tongue
The way it would easily slide into my mouth
Our lips chaotically battling each other
While my hands touch and caress your body
Neck kisses would make you weak
Just like the small moans you allow to escape your body
Are my weakness
They're lovely triggers
Forcing me to lower myself down your body
And stake claim over what used to be mine
I wouldn't just devour you
I'd worship you
Written 12/8/13.

© Peyton 2014
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Bilal Kaci
Within darkness, there lies darkness
..
For Through the cracks, it seeps through the levy
Submerging the smiles, the laughs and the love
But it is not the storm that shatters our windows
Like diamonds cutting through the air
It is screams of the mothers and children
That has lured the Serpent out of her lair
It is not the storm that swallows us whole
It is our ignorance, our sin
Ohh* My fellow humans;
It is time to blow out the candles
And let
The darkness

In
© 2013 Bilal Kaci
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
anonymous999
just a little
damaged
pieces of me broken
parts scattered on the floor
waiting for one day,
the owners of the pieces
to come together
and make me whole
once more
 Jan 2014 Vonshay
Alicia Hubert
I feel like lately,
maybe when you say my name,
it doesn't melt in your mouth like honey,
but maybe engulfs your taste buds like bland oatmeal.

When you think of my warmth and love,
that maybe you misplaced the thought of me with another.

Are you still crazy about me?

When I think of you,
its like a warm summer day,
it takes over my skin, warms my cheeks.
makes me smile at the sky and laugh for no reason but being happy.

When I say your name my mouth quivers,
and my chest just wants to explode with confetti,
like you are something to celebrate everyday.
You are the essence of my happiness

But when you talk to me I feel like I am the thorn in the lion's paw,
that I am no longer a luxury but a chore.

You told me that no one wants to be glued to their phone,
that its no fun to be on your phone on your birthday.

What can I do?
You live so far and the only connection I have is this satellite between phones.
I love you so much and I just wanted to do what I can to share that day with you.

If I could get on the plane right now and be with you I'd be there in a heartbeat,
no questions, I'd drop everything but I feel that for you that's not the case.

Aren't you still crazy about me?
Crazy like I am for you?

Why don't you want to talk to me as much as I want to talk to you?
Why am I not on your mind all the time like you're on mine?
Why am I crying over how much I miss just seeing your words on my screen
but you can easily not reply for hours on end?

Are you still crazy about me?
Or am I just this safety net that catches you when you're falling?
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