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 Dec 2015
mk
he was the kind of boy her mama always warned her about
eyes full of mischief and words full of deceit
but, oh God, when he spoke it was as if the clouds would bow to him
& the mountains would crumble in his presence
the way he cocked his brow and gave her that sultry smile
sent her round and round as if she was on a never ending ride

he was like a bottle of sweet poison
addicting, even though it's bound to **** you in the end
she knew she'd never be able to look at him and see her future
but she saw in him her present and a world left unexplored
she knew how much she would be giving up
if she died without knowing if the lips which spoke the sweet words
tasted as good as the words themselves
she knew she would never be at rest in her grave
if she never felt the melody in his body combine with her own symphonies
running her hand down his spine, discovering the mysteries often left unsolved
she knew she would regret it if she let him open her book and read her
but a greater loss would be if she never read his

& so she gave in.

his eloquence was her personal brand of *****
and tonight she was intoxicated all the way up to cloud nine
his body in the moonlight was like crystal under the sun
she just couldn't look away
his nails carved words of wonder in her back
and his mouth tattooed poetry between her thighs
it felt to her as if the words he etched words on her body
were even better than those spoke on the stage beneath the spotlight

with eyes full of mirth and wonder
she looked at him like he was the only star in the night sky
no,
boys like him were beyond stars
*boys like him were galaxies
 Oct 2015
Nicole Dawn
I was always warned
About the monsters below the bed
But no one ever told me
About the demons in my head

I used to always run
From the creatures in the night
But the true evils I can't run from
For it's my mind I have to fight

I thought the monsters were real
And they scared me, so I'd hide
But now I know, the evils I can't see
Are a much much bigger deal
Thought I'd try some rhyming...
It still needs some work though, so I'll probably edit it later
Suggestions are appreciated :)
 Sep 2015
K G
All i am is a teen
All i am is a purple shirt
called a thief for stealing hearts
then throwing them away
not being seen for a while
because i lost my mind
my skin is blue
like how i feel inside
wondering where my brain holds
my body froze
but i'll be fine
anonymous is how i stay
not much to say
while you're in my face
she knows what i think about
she knows
but that's alright
You know
I'm not your hero
to save you when you're down
I know
I'm not your lining
to hold you up
You know
I'm not afraid
to feel young
I know
I'm not complaining
to what you've done
You know
I'm not your hero
to be there when you're afraid
I know
I'm saying goodbye
to run away from your light voice
I'm not leaving yet
I'm not your hero
I'm not playing these games
I'm not real
you know
I'm saying goodbye
you never really knew me
opened me up like a box
only seeing
my purple shirt
I know
that made you love me
I'm saying goodbye
I'm not your hero
I'm not going up and down
to keep myself in-line
I'm holding your words
you know
I'm only a teen
but that's alright
because she knows
that i'm anonymous
to those that oppose
what i do
they think i lost my mind
I am tired
I am stressed out
I know it should hurt
but i'm just a purple shirt
 Sep 2015
mk
someone once said to me on a rainy day in august
"a stranger could come say hi to you
& you would respond with "i love you""

i found this thought quite funny
because they're not entirely wrong

i find it so easy to fall in love with the way people are
their walks, their talks, their bullet-wounds, their scars
i find it so easy to be mesmerized by the twinkles in their eyes
by the curves of their backs and by the way they smile when they're shy
how they scrunch up their noses and the sound of their laugh
how some of them speak slow and how some of them speak fast
the range of their voices from pretty like a bird to deep & husky
how some of them smell like the flowers of spring and others, musky
i love how each one expresses themselves through art
whether fashion or painting or poetry or whatnot
it's not just the human body but also the human soul
which is ah, so incredibly out of this world
personalities and quirks
and all the gears which make their minds work
how some cry easy and how others do not
how some laugh often and how others, not a lot
how some think of the future, others the past
then those who live in the moment, hoping it'll last
our philosophies and beliefs and the things which make us who we are
how without hope and love, none of us will go very far
at the end of the day, each one of us is similar, yet so uniquely different at the same time
but without each other, we'll never be able to shine

so yes, i am guilty of falling in love
with every stranger i bump into
it's not because im disloyal, polygamous, childish or silly
its purely because i love humans for just being human- through and through
// they think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange. but I don't have to ******* tell them anything. & i'm gonna write it all down //
 Aug 2015
Mallow
The corridors are long with no diversions
The way in which we walk is already known,
Turn and go back will only hinder distance covered
Forward progression burns through the heart.
Whoever watching, why do we lose both ways?
Can we even rise over all the soul piercing strategies?
Take each step for money to be earned
Lose every shred of integrity, or stand still, be kind and wither
into a background number dissolving into the wallpaper of the inoffensive.
The corridor is long, it gets darker and less enticing
The way in which i walk is almost robotic in tone.
The choice to turn back is an illusion believed to exist
but i am unconvinced of this option anymore.
Hide or be hid, the choice is there to be made,
No footprint is allowed to influence, unless the influence is seen to
add to what our leaders have printed in notes.
 Aug 2015
The Invisible Child
Emptiness is blissful
The absence of stress
The void of silence
The feeling of an empty bed
That only your body can fill.

It seems cruel
It seems scary,
But like the night
Which once frightened us as kids
Becomes safe haven for the wondering mind.

Yes there are joys that come
With the passing of time
Surrounded by people, sounds, and objects
That can bring such pleasures,
But with each pro there is a con.

The hate
The resentment
The overwhelming of pressure,
It can become too much.
So you push it all away.

And just like that,
No worries
Nothing to hate
No construct of sound
Or responsibilities

Just blissful emptiness.
When life becomes to much, I tend to find peace in the seldom silence of my home.
 Aug 2015
K G
You better watch
The feel is deep
It feels too real
The people stand vertical
I turned the music on
Put my headphones on
Put my favorite song on
Sung along
Put my shoes on
You better watch yourself
Said my Brothers
Telling me its all right
I walk passing the park
I couldnt hide
They followed me back
I took my hoodie down to show my face
They said lets find someplace to hide
Time to stop sleeping away the past
We were stuck in reverse
The night was like it was on tv
The place was high above
We climbed the wood
The light died
We ignored the awkward people
Propelling to us
The music put us in a new place
Guiding elsewhere
To unreal stakes
Extreme looks on our face
Lights ignited our souls
 Aug 2015
Amanda In Scarlet
When they buried me in the dark, I was frightened.
I didn’t like the taste of earth.
And I was so thirsty.
Some people are no good with plants,
Even the hardiest shrubs
Wither and wilt in their careless hands.
You aren’t one of them.
When no-one else could see,
You took such good care of me.
Water, warmth and love.
These are my needs, but I had no voice
With which to ask; without you
I would have remained inert
A lost life, in the dirt.
See now, how I blossom?
Just a shoot, but I will astound them all
With my beauty, in time.
Thank you for caring for me,
Thank you for helping me to grow.
For my Agent of Fortune, Paul M Chafer.
 Aug 2015
K G
Store away all my belongings and then delete the individual inside me
She put her hands on my shoulder and said hey, stop thinking an putting your knees on the ground but somebody out there will keep you on your toes again
But I can't even say what I want to say
Because I get caught in my box of feelings
Because I get caught up when my heart sings
Store away all my stuff and see if you have any suggestions
She got up off the bed and took her hands off my shoulder's and says hey, forget about the past, because life will go ahead at last, but at least you have received lessons from the past
But I can't even think when people come in too close
Because I get caught up in my box of feelings
Late arrivals and early departures
Because I get laced up of what my memory brings
Stir away all of the emptiness that I feel
Store away all the people I meet
And then delete all of me immediately
 Aug 2015
K G
Nobody knows who you are until you've told them
But you can't tell everything
Therefore you won't be the same
You wont notice it for a while
They will make suggestions periodically to make you change
Then when you find out you've changed
You can't go back
Which brings me to the point
You never feel like you gained much
But you lose the touch you had before
Nobody knows you anymore
 Aug 2015
K G
She knew that I was thinking about her
So she came over
Yelled my name
And said hey
Let's, dance all night
Tonight
I said lets just stand
Tonight
I said alright
She knew how I felt
Nervous and afraid
Since she saved me from hitting the pavement
She saw my flaws
And watched until it was gone
What can I do?
Dance! all night
Tonight
I said lets dance, all night
Tonight, all night long
I said alright
All night in the night shack
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