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Oct 2013 Damaré M

Blues

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Brynn

Blues

They can be those dark and mysterious shadows or the fresh autumn sky.
Blues are calming and melancholy hues.
They can lighten a room or darken a room.
But to me, the blues are your soul.
People say that everyone's soul is a different color but all I see is diffenet shades of blue.
Music comes from the soul
The blues are your soul.
When an artist performs it's from the soul and every true artist has soul
And every artist knows the blues.
The blues rip through a region only you know exists.
Through an area only you can feel.
But when the blues are expressed correctly everyone can feel it.
Some don't like the blues
Only because it rattles a sensitive part of your being.
The blues cover all the pain you've felt and all the celebration.
The blues are part of everyone
Weather they want to feel them or not
But to not have the blues is to not have a soul.

Oct 2013 Damaré M

The Not So Liberal

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Jade Elon

The Not So Liberal

I guess you could say I'm supportive of gay marriage
Because if a boy and a girl can get married
Then a boy and a boy can get married
And if a boy and a boy can get married
Then a girl and a girl can get married
And I say this because I don't care who they marry
As long as it isn't who I want to marry
And I guess you could say I'm supportive of smoking
Because I don't care if you destroy your lungs
As long as it isn't around me
I don't care if you decided to sit in a smoke filled haze for the rest of your life
Wondering when it all went wrong as long as you
Don't call me at three am saying you have no choices
And you've given up.
And I guess you could say I'm supportive of selling
your body, mind and soul
Because I don't care as long as I'm not written into the fine print
And you're not signing me up for something I don't want to partake in.
See I'm selfish, I'm supportive of a lot of things
As long as the rioters don't come to my door demanding changes
And the altercations and "long live prosperity".
I don't care if it counters my ingrained beliefs,
It's not the end of the world
Just anther person doing what they want to do
So I guess you could say I am a liberal,
But I'd say I'm just too busy to give a ****
About controlling people's lives and that instead
Of making people conform I'd rather
Be getting **** done to actually
Change The World

Oct 2013 Damaré M

May 19 2013, 2:07 AM

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Morgan

May 19 2013, 2:07 AM

We danced through an other back yard show tonight. You disappeared a half a dozen times, as you always do. You're notorious for that but hey, at least you've got something inside you that makes us notice when you're not beside us. Sometimes I wonder if I have that too. All I know is that no one comes looking for me every month that I hide away in my room. Well I felt especially empty these past few months. I've been plugging all of these shallow holes with needles & ear phones. I'm trying to escape the chaos of this place. I wanna go somewhere that makes it easier to pretend that you're there with me because when I look into every pair of red eyes around me, I can see that they're searching for something & they know that they won't find it in this crowd of misfits throwing punches in mosh pits, still they dance on & on & on. But I've lost the sense of independence and strength that this scene requires and I want to believe in something deeper cause on the surface this looks perfect & this looks pleasantly violent & cool & I know there are kids who look at us through the corners of their eyes & wish they had friends who dressed like mine but I don't feel like a part of this anymore. I can't live as an observer. I wanna have more to my name than "wallflower". I want a brand new reason to have ink poured under my skin. I love these people so ******* much it's horrifying but I know that when I step outside of this basement I'll still be just as ****** up in the sunlight as I was under the moon & that's not how I want to live anymore. I'm queer & I guess that's why I'm here but I need something better, I need something more

Oct 2013 Damaré M

chile pepper lips

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Amber S

chile pepper lips

i guess i need more mentally disturbed
friends.
i’m feeling lately like the scab that’s been picked off,
forgotten, dried up, designating.
people don’t understand when i say my heart feels like it will
explode out of my lungs, throughmythroat and get caught between
myteeth.
my anxieties need a **** buddy, because making eye contact
is even too
much. and i wish i could stop assuming the worst.
"jesus, you worry too much"
i can’t help that i find the flaws, the nit picky things,
the traits that i want to squish like
blueberries.
i can’t help that when i sit alone in my car,
i think too often of swerving into highways and wondering what a deer
sees before it
dies.
that’s why i don’t talk about this, i never can anyway,
they swell and sit upon my tongue like when you ate that pepper whole
and all i tasted was flames.
my anxieties and i are the kind of friends where we speak nicely
and are all smiles in front of one another,
but as soon as we turn around,
all we say is venom.

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Post Midnight Cravings

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Morgan

Post Midnight Cravings

The night is cool but this blanket is heavy
The only light is a soft street lamp's
silent flicker through closed curtains
The mint of toothpaste lingers on
the back of my tongue but other
than that, my body is numb
I am still; I am calm
It is one forty seven
and I crave you
so deeply that I swear I can smell
your skin in the air that hangs around me
I want to trace your collar bones
with my wrist
I want to feel your hips poking
into my side
I want the subtle warmth of
your nose on the back of my neck
I want to listen to you breathe
slowly and steadily into my ear
I crave you like hot chocolate
after the first snow fall of the year
each time the moon visits
and doesn't bring sleep with it

I need a lullaby sang
in your raspy voice
I need your thighs
stretched over my ribs;
Your body unfolding
in the morning's sun
I miss the way your yawn
carries on and on
like the quiet ending
to a slow song

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Nature’s Ballad.

Oct 2013 Damaré M

Anderson M

Nature’s Ballad.

A bullfrog serenades his mate
With a booming baritone in anticipation to conjugate
Whilst the wind hums softly
Dry leaves rustling incessantly.
Within the vicinity, bees buzz
The air abuzz
With beautiful chirpings from birds
Visiting colorful flowers and buds
For nectaries
Nature’s nitty gritty pleasantries
The wind croons in a haphazard harmony
A bearable monotony
Of sorts
All these are exclusive happenings in exotic resorts.

Nature is the epitome of harmony
serenity kind of a peaceful confusion of sorts