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Permalink Reply by Paige Natalie Turner on November 20, 2010 at 10:16pm

I don't understand a lot of things,
I don't understand things like how X's and O's represent hugs and kisses,
If you ask me U and I should represent hugs and kisses.
I don't understand why people would do anything for a Klondike bar,
as for me,
I'll do anything for you.
I don't understand why I love smiles so much,
I'm guessing it's because smiles look like "U" and you know how much I love you.
I don't understand liars,
because you lied but you were also standing.
I don't understand why you're with her,
I know she's a dime,
but you're worth more than that.
I don't understand why you're expecting something clever,
Foxes are clever,
and I'm no Megan.

Permalink Reply by Jessica Binnebose on March 4, 2011 at 12:45pm

Denial Syndrome

Day one;

I awoke in a dreary state

curiosity on my mind

and a sweet sensation burning in my blood

I conversed with the walls

discovered a gold mine of dreams

moved in on my prey with stealth-like devotion

found out what a breath of clarity means

and a truth waiting on the horizon

So, in spite of my convictions

I still sent post cards in my head to my long lost friend, make-believe

before setting out towards sunset skies

of crushed up dreams and bitter goodbyes

I could never forget what you said about all the tragic stories you wrote to yourself in bed

it still feels like you've been around

though you were robbed by every heart in town made of stone

I still can't say I'd do anything for you

this time, I set out for something less engaging

a journey into a lost world

with immunity of falling victim to such a entity

This morning, I awoke in a dreary state

in search of a part of myself I would not hate

 

Day two;

As I began my exploration to nothing,

I was plagued by a visual exploit, I believe they call 'memory'

deeply perplexed, I ventured back to the day

where secrets slept and fears came alive

you and I met somewhat strangely

an exchange of poison words on a balcony

your eyes begged "look at me" with a bushel of desperation

but I could not tear myself away from your liquid life support scars

Always so tense and alarmed

while posing fluent addresses of an intent to self harm

Little did I know your advice put me to a test

that I might care and find salvation for such a wreck

I think I passed though I also failed

because I fell in love with that girl

we'd lay beneath rain storms and she'd let me know when she cried

I'd hold her while she wept and whisper "Sleep well, butterfly."

these times were beautiful but they also hurt me, you see

but that is a secret well kept in reality

though I will admit that I could never regret her bright eyes

For she would teach me a great lesson in strife

of how not to save a lover's life

 

Day three;

The memories subsided a bit

as I tried to focus on the fairies ahead of me

but a quote resided in my mind

"Never leave a friend behind."

In anger, I retorted loud in disgust

"You never mean a thing to me," as if she were an act of lust

and I coaxed myself with the lie, hidden in plain daylight

If it helps to kill the pain, I told myself

so in my head, I dubbed her make-believe

and let her take the form of a monster

The thing about monsters though is that they hate confinement

although I was confident she was trapped without a lock or key,

my bitter past caught up with me

she took on a form most terrifying

ravaged me until I could not sleep

shouting things like, "Why would you shut me out like we never happened?"

"How dare you forget about me?"

To a point, she was right

but I was just an ignorant fool

and chose to leave her instead holding onto her memory

instead of mourning, I decided to hate

was it wrong to hate a person lost to fate?

She gave me a taste of how it felt to be left behind

gave me reason to regret my misguided way of healing

 

Day four;

I think I've had enough time

to figure this all out

my story was more flawed than I originally thought

She showed me the truth

in a dream sequence I didn't ask for

taking me back to the miserable day

that she decided to give her life away

contemplated suicide.

my heart ached for resolution and maybe God

but as I remembered the pain, I also recalled something I missed before

Those faces in the crowd that smirked at her funeral

perhaps they had known something I hadn't

maybe they were the cause behind the flood

that had taken my love and rubbed it in the mud

All this time, I was angry at you

but now I knew the cold truth

you didn't commit suicide

It was all a lie

I saw those three faces, how jealous they were of you

to my surprise, the dream rang true

How could I ever had made a mockery of my only good memory?

I failed to believe the image I made you out to be

Now my journey is now at rest

for I had gained light in the darkness that was shed

Now I could live, but never forget

Permalink Reply by Jordan on March 28, 2011 at 2:24pm

I wrote this one day after a fight with one of my very close friends.   It was a very serious situation, and it just keeps getting worse. I just spilled all my emotions on a piece of paper and it basically somewhat describes the situation.

 

No Big Deal

I tell myself that it's no big deal,

That these feelings aren't really real.

I say I'm okay and try to live life,

But just seeing you hurts like a knife.

 

I'm trying to move on, it's no big deal.

But my memories spin on a reel,

That's all that runs through my mind,

I wish I could just hit rewind.

 

I need to move on, for there's nothing left for me with you.

I can't help but to feel blue.

You've already moved on, so why can't I?

Instead I just sit here and cry.

 

I tell myself that it's no big deal, life still moves on.

But this doesn't feel right, but so very wrong.

You said you'd love me till the end,

I want this relationship to mend.

 

My love for you will never disappear.

I just hope things will get better within the next year.

So I guess this is goodbye,

But I don't want to cry.

 

I keep telling myself no big deal,

When I know that my feelings will always be real.

 

Please feel free to comment.

Permalink Reply by Rosie Jones on May 25, 2011 at 1:00pm

(This is meant to be song lyrics. Excuse the slang, and rhyming:) i sounded better in my head, im sure)

 

Modern Day Medusa

 

The things your nightmares are made of,

The things hiding in shadows, corners of your mind,

The perfect example of what you hate,

That's everything she is.

 

Her eyes, don't tell thier beautiful,

Her lies, don't fall for every apology.

 

Don't let her seduce ya,

Stun you, she's a modern day medusa,

She wants to thrill it up and use ya,

Well don't, she's just the modern day medusa.

 

A devils' halo burns out bright,

Confuses you right through the night,

You choose to see that she's a saint,

That's everything she'll never be.

 

Her eyes, don't tell thier beautiful,

Her lies, don't fall for every apology.

 

Don't let her seduce ya,

Stun you, she's a modern day medusa,

She wants to thrill it up and use ya,

Well don't, she's just the modern day medusa.

 

She's not the type of girl you take dancing, romancing,

She might like the wine and dine,

As long as your taking her to bed in time,

That's everything she's after.

 

Her eyes, don't tell thier beautiful,

Her lies, don't fall for every apology.

 

Don't let her seduce ya,

Stun you, she's a modern day medusa,

She wants to thrill it up and use ya,

Well don't, she's just the modern day medusa.

 

Don't let her abuse ya,

Don't love a modern day medusa.

Permalink Reply by Gaby Salazar on June 1, 2011 at 8:37pm

I’m on a cliff that overlooks the black sea. The sky only proves that there is a storm brewing. I inhale sharply, and smell the salt water from down below. I stare out to the void ocean and wonder what I’m doing here. I don’t remember getting here. I look down; my shoes are missing. The ground under my feet is rough. The prickly grass is a bit moist on my toes. The waves (maybe a hundred feet below me) crash against the wall of rock. I try to open my mouth to speak, but the words can’t find their way out. I feel someone is watching me. I turn around and my older brother is standing before me. His face is completely emotionless, unlike the way I remember him. I stare at him, puzzlingly. The wind moves his dark blonde hair from his face. After what seems to be hours of him staring at me, he takes a step towards me. My heart nearly stops. He smiles politely. I feel as if he’s going to hug me so I almost close my eyes, but he walks right past me. He mounts himself at the edge of the cliff. I begin to realize what’s happening, try to scream, begging him to stop, but nothing comes out of my open mouth. He turns to me, waving slightly with a half smile on his face, before taking the last step towards his downfall. He’s about to fall when I’m able to cry, “Stop! Don’t do it!”

Permalink Reply by Paige Natalie Turner on July 2, 2011 at 9:14pm

I built a house out of all my writers blocks.
Every door and window,
Closed by locks.
No inspiration ever gets in.

Permalink Reply by Michelle Concannon on January 15, 2012 at 10:46pm

Darkness closing in
'till i am suffocated
'til death do us part...  

Permalink Reply by Jonathan Escamilla on February 16, 2012 at 6:31pm

             Ability

It hurts me to see that when I try
To talk to you I don’t get a reply
What good is it for me to know you can
If it was never really in your plan?
I won’t take part in this one sided lie
It would kill me to see the years go by
And I’m still seeking your attention
I think I’d need an intervention
From someone who would dare to try
To get you out of my troubled mind
Forgetting you for my own good
I tell myself I think I should
But I can’t help not feeling strange
When my feelings for you haven’t changed

Permalink Reply by brie on February 17, 2012 at 7:16am

It all began when he joined music class. More specifically, he took the piano position in the group, next to the choir, which was where I was. He was the year below mine, but he was the only music student to play the piano at the right level. More often than not we’d solo together, and it only took a glance at the other to know where we were going with the improvisation. Of course I wasn’t the only soloist, but it was like only we had that connection.

 

He was cute, in that boyish sort of way. A guy I didn’t really believe I could be into. He had black curly hair, and brown green eyes rimmed with thick lashes. He was unnecessarily tall, I only reached his shoulder, and painfully thin despite all the food I’d seen him consume when we saw each other in the lunchroom.

 

We weren’t close in the beginning, just acquaintances really, but we got on well. I thought I kept seeing him as a little brother, despite the cliché, cute little fantasies I held in my head at night. He was always sweet. Never said a bad word against anyone. I’d never seen him get angry at anyone, and he was humorous. It was near the end of the year when we started getting closer, talking more, and also when I started getting more aggravated at the people in my ensemble.

 

They pushed me and disregarded my opinions, and I’m not saying they had to listen to everything I had to say like I was a prophet, but listening to me say the note I was reaching for was impossible. It was stupid really, but finally I snapped, right in the middle of the lesson. I stormed out, completely fed up, and yet he still approached me afterwards like I wasn’t a feral and insane bitch.

 

I never understood how he could just ignore my baggage and mental problems, and still continue to talk to me like I was sane. I guess it really just proves how amazing he is.

 

My exams turned up suddenly, after I quit the ensemble, and I had him coming to the library to spend time with me all of a sudden. I never understood why. He’d somehow managed to keep me sane during the entire exam period. This was when I realized that this guy I had seen at least once every week was the guy I liked very much more than just brotherly love. Then he gave me his phone number and we were hugging goodbye. The end of the year came around and he asked me to hang out with him outside of school. We hung out together during the holidays a few times until I fell ill.

 

When this happened I started thinking maybe I didn’t like this guy. I’d had bad things go on in the past with boys, and I got scared of screwing up and hurting him. I was also afraid of hurting myself.

 

Suddenly it’s the new school year and I’m back to seeing him every day, but it was different. There was much more flirting, much more long hugs, and blushes and compliments on my clothing. I would watch him participate in sport practice with a friend and I was feeling more inclined towards him again. The messages whizzing through my body were a mess. I didn’t know what I wanted. We went to a party together and hung out the entire night. We even did some terrible dancing and watched drunks hooking up in garden bushes.

 

Then came Valentine’s Day, and he gave me a box of chocolates and a card. It became too much and I felt the instinct of fight or flight arise underneath my skin. I managed to push it down and still hang out with him instead of distancing myself from him immediately. We’ve known each other for about a year, and been flirting with each other for a third of that. Finally, we started talking about “crushes” and what about these people we liked, we liked.

 

He said she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. I said he calmed my anxieties.

 

He said her smile was the one thing that made his day. I said I feel happier when he’s around.

 

He said her presence made him never want to leave her. I said that for once, I didn’t want to run away.

 

Finally it came down to the phone sitting in my hand, the one text that had me reeling and anxiety ridden. The one text that could decide everything I’d been so nervous about since the bitter and scarring years before me. And deserved an answer I couldn’t seem to give.  

 

I hate to ask this over the phone but…Is it me?

Permalink Reply by BEnJamIn heRmON on May 22, 2012 at 1:30am

Co-dependent i hang my head in shame

So pathetic but iv always been this was

Do you want to belive in nothing more than love tonight

Because the spark in your eyes

It lights a fire deep inside

 

Leave the light on , i want to see this through

Another night alone or another night with you

Leave the light on, i don’t want to miss a thing

Are you better off alone or better here with me

 

Miss directed all my self loathing and regret

So pathetic but its as good as i get

Do you want to belive in nothing more than love tonight

Because that heart it beats in time

It beats along with mine

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