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 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
Cecil Miller
If you believe in happy endings,
I believe in love.
I believe the Universe is sending
Singnals from above.
All my emotions I wear on my sleeve.
From the start I knew that I would grieve.
Promises were made to break.  
How much more can one heart take
From you.
Oh, you
Think nothing more will come of Tears
Than water-shedding through the years with you.
I am the one who can see
The depth beyond your narrow need.
Denials that you always claim
Never live up to their fame.
We lie in bed at night and cry.
Silent tears, my lullaby.
I wonder ever when the lies will end,
As we continue to pretend,
We cycle through the lies again,
and again,
and again.
I wrote this in 2005. Starting out, it was inspired by British progressive rock and was going to be song lyrics, however it got to a place I liked. Too brief to be a song, I just let it be the poetry it had become.
 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
Ivy Swolf
When
my body starts to
shake, I imagine the
worst thing that could
happen. There's a riot
in my heart, ambulances
speeding along the
veins in my wrists.

My blood can paint
firetrucks that
hose down the cities
and bridges I've burned.
My lungs: a house on
fire, smoke floating out
of mouths and charred
skin pealing away
like dandelion seeds
on a summer day.

This is chaos and I could
find beauty in it. I could paint
a picture for each of my nightmares
that I dream in color. I could call
empty streets Home
and I could pretend that thunderstorms
are really angels crying for me
and that the mud I roll myself in
is their wet mascara.

But sometimes its easier
to be compassionless
to myself, and sometimes
I feel better after imagining the
worst, because I'm not there yet.
just something that came to me..
-ivy
 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
Bo Burnham
Mmmmmm
 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
Bo Burnham
I like that thing you do with your tongue.
What do you call it?
Speaking?
Yeah, I dig it.
 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
Jasmine Farley
THERE ISNT ANY DISTANCE OR TIME THAT AN MAKE ME LOVE YOU LESS
 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
Realeboga M
"Mummy can we dream?, can we pretend we're not living in the streets?
Can we pretend to be high and mighty sipping on some coffee with cream?
Can we mum?"

"Mummy can we dream? Can we pretend the muffled screams are sounds of joy rather than pain?
Mummy can we please?"

"Lets pretend dad's here, he's happy and you're not crying yourself to sleep.
Can we pretend that I don't have these scars and that my uncle never hit me with beer bottles, lets pretend he bought me a teddy named cuddles".

"Mummy can we dream?"
"Can we pretend Aunty never killed herself and that Granddaddy never pulled the trigger on Grandma?"

"Please mum lets pretend?"
 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
thinklef
I have seen a lot of girls, some made me feel like ice,
This day, i dreamt of a pretty lady, her voice made me raise,
she got intellect, I drew the pillow closer with a smile on my face,
she was blessed with beauty, like a goddess from another race,
each time I drew closer to her, it flet like home,
I didn't want this to be over,
I could see the curiosity in her eyes, the love in her heart;
the mystery in her speech, I couldn't wait to unleash the dragon in me,
I have dreamed & dreamt & dreamt & dreamed,
of an angel, **** to the toe,
I may be an ordinary poet but I will make you rain again & again,
I wanna have my first child with you, travel the world & learn all the words,
you made me feel love like an electric shock,
well, now I can be sure how it feels like to love,
there is no law in love, its all a heart connection,
I have had convos with alot of girls, non like you,
now I'm grasping for air,
you remind me of someone, someone I used to love,
someone who I loved so much, I could mimick her motions
tho I love a girl with a fat *** & laps,
nevertheless I her tight,

our interractions weren't smooth, I think that is where we lost the attraction,
she was one a kind, the type that will make you fall in love & forget the laws,
she was stunned with beauty, everyone loved her,
her voice was like a melody, a theme song,
the type you would find in Romeo & Juliet,
tho I do regret we are apart now, cause every moment with her felt like bliss,
sometimes I reminisce, upon my kness,

she made me look like a phyco,
when we gathered around the circle,
I have never loved another the way I loved her,
she was my moon, my Sun, my rainbow,
but I have learnt one thing, greater things ahead,
I wish you well,
to the lady I saw in my dream, I know you are closer than I think,
I will keep penning till I find you.
#Ex#Next#Future#love#emotion#
Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **
 Mar 2015 Mr Xelle
Luna Lynn
the desire burning within
a place of closed doors
and glimmering light

thoughts to dreams
to fantasy to life
there is just something about you
something about those eyes

that keeps the fire alive

can two souls connect so deeply
they may physically touch?
can one heat get so hot
it ignites an earthly sinful lust?

keep your silver spoons
and all your fancy wine
you can have your red carpet night
even diamonds couldn't give light
to the blind

as long as this doesn't die

but if it engulfs me
i shall accept the gift of scars
for even if the fire burns out
they are the remnants
of what we are
(C) Maxwell 2015
There is something breeding in the underbelly;
whirling and churning like an epicenter of ******* trends.
Someone found the formula to turn a profit on karma,
while we were distracted by viral beheadings.
Powder white moths opening mental portals
through the dazzling lights of self-immolation
while I trudge block after block through the snow
wearing slippers because I had to storm out.
The classes continue, the mail keeps going out, coming in,
and I'm obsessing over a splinter of worry; unavailing at best.
I keep thinking of how nice it'd be to see Seattle  
and to stand near one of those Sequoia trees I've only seen on Google.
I keep thinking of how I'd like to see The Grand Canyon
and to to walk in the Arizona deserts with no socks or shoes;
the heat of the fine sand sneaking up between my toes
while the sky beats my pupils with that astounding blue.
Why am always alone in my fantasies?
Why is it that I can't handle the day-to-day?
Am I really even searching for answers,
or am I begging for what I want to hear?
My maturity and stoicity are rubber ***** bouncing on a line graph.
I can't go on bottling the venom that pools in my gut.
"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes."
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