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Mak Jul 2014
the anger swells inside of me like a balloon, ready to burst. Band of Horses blares in the background, and tears begin to fill my eyes, threatening to drop if I don't pull myself together.
stop it.
stop trying to break in
stop trying to make me let you in
i won't
won't won't won't
i won't let. you. in.
stop
i hate you
i hate how my heart beats faster when
i'm by your side
i hate how you make me more of myself
i hate hate ha te hate you i hate you
but more than that
i adore you
A little box
Without a key
You hold an air
Of mystery
To sit and glare
Right up there
Flashing red in front of me

I am the one who fills it
And I fill it with myself
No one would guess what's in you
Sitting up atop my shelf

I have thought of your discovery
The pros
And all the cons
But looking at my history
All candidates are wrong

So I suppose you'll stay a secret
I'll keep you to myself
Painted red,
Flashing dread
Little box on my shelf
Please forget you saw this
Oh sickly poisonous flame
Darting back and forth
I hear you call my name
It's not what they think, for what it's worth

One slip of the finger
And a tingling sensation
Smells of gas linger
Now for use of personification:

Its seems that you love me
For you never let me go
I feel pitiful in your embrace
And it seems that you know

You always take control
And oh how I'm fascinated by your flame
Skin swells and pain holds
In this endless torture game
Shang Nov 2014
Minutes to hours morph into days.
Enough is never quite too much.
Thoughts of geometric squares,
Half-lived inside half-empty cups.

All fingers point to
Methamphetamine.

Phosphorus-red eyes melt in
Hydrochloric fume. Each and
Every day stretch long, like
Three-neck flasks, lithium blues
Amphetamines. Synthesis of
Methylamine. Daydreams of
Iodine-crystallized monsters.

              
Nearly asleep, I plea:
E**vaporate all that's left of me."
(C) Shang
Kate Pruneau May 2015
It bubbles up inside you,
streams right out your ears.
And sometimes it can be expressed,
straight through bitter tears.

People don't want to be around you,
when they can sense it in the air.
You have bald patches all over your head,
from ripping out your hair.

Why is it inside you?
some days you don't know.
Most of the days you just wish,
away that it would go.

Calm down people tell you,
but that just makes it worse.
It seems like it will follow you,
It seems just like a curse.

This feeling is completely natural,
and trust me it wont stay.
Inside of you is enough of hope,
for you to make it through the day.

So even though you may feel,
like punching out their lights,
try to take a couple deep breaths,
and try to make it right.
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