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Dec 2013 Elise

ghost who was too afraid to enter the afterlife

Dec 2013 Elise

drunkonthoughts

ghost who was too afraid to enter the afterlife

some songs are unbearable to hear
they remind me of you
when you loved me
the previous year

some movies are hard to watch
they remind of the romance
we once used to have

some poems are hard to read
they remind me
of the one
i used to call mine
the one
who ultimately
left me to grieve
the loss of us

the few things that used to bring me happiness
they now seem to bring me pain
all i do is cry tears
again and again

people say your name
and it's like a bullet
through my brain

people call you my 'lover'
and it makes me want
to dig myself a grave
6ft under

it hurts thinking of you
it hurts dreaming of you
it kills me thinking of you
loving someone else
because that girl
or that guy
has no idea
just how blessed
their heart is
to be loved
by the one
i love the most
the one
who left me
hanging on
like a ghost
too afraid
to enter
the afterlife
because of the one
they didn't want to leave behind

this is more like, a short story than it is a poem. idk...
personally this is my favorite piece of writing so far.
it has a message, a meaning behind the words.

Dec 2013 Elise

thoughts inside my head right now

Dec 2013 Elise

drunkonthoughts

thoughts inside my head right now

i have an incredible urge to write
not sure what to talk about
whether i should talk
about your face
or the way
you make
my emotions
run all over
the place

or about your eyes
how they make
me smile
when i am down

maybe i should write
about how much
i despise the love
i have for you
because all you do
is not love me
and that makes me sad
very much so
because you are
the bright star i see
in the sky at night
when i can't sleep
you are the touch
i feel in my dreams
you are the angel
that makes me well
when i am under
a troubling spell

i guess i could write
about how sick
it is to feel so
traumatized
by the quick fix
i found in your love
you are a drug
the only one
i'll take
no questions
asked
i will take
even if it takes
my last breath
you're worth it
i guess
you are
my weakness
you are
my goddess

epic feel in my veins
are you in there, babe?
gosh, i swear
you were here
not so long ago
hello, hello
miss stranger
who i love so

rambling on
about your love
even though
you're gone
it's been so long
since i've had
this creative buzz
i used to think
i would sink
without your heart
caressing mine
darling valentine
nah
but you were mine
once upon a time
unless that was a lie

what am i even writing?

oh yes

a letter to the one
i love
who's gone

she won't be reading
this letter of mine
it'll be here
where
she won't find

she's moved on
i'm still here
rambling on

poetry?
short story?
i don't know
but i do know
that i love her so
i can't let her go
my heart bleeds for her
to repair all the tears
and damages
all the wounds
old and new
fix me
like i
fixed you

Dec 2013 Elise

Ten thoughts on losing you

Dec 2013 Elise

Jessica Matyas

Ten thoughts on losing you

1.
my hands won't stop shaking, and I like to pretend it's
because they are filled with the stardust of your words
and infused with the chemicals of your skin
2.
you haven't spoken to me in weeks and haven't touched
me in even longer
3.
I also pretend that the twinkling lights all around
represent each of our promises
4.
in a few days' time, the lights will be gone and put away
(an echo of our plans)
5.
I see you in the glint of sunlight on the cornfields and the
glow of the moon when I'm still awake at three in the
morning and the ***** of the mountains that trap us in this
town together and in the curve of my own lips
6.
the lips that I'm starting to believe you didn't think about
kissing as much as I thought about kissing yours
7.
most of all, I see you in the emptiness of the fog each
morning
8.
I have to stop myself from thinking your name
9.
all my plans must be scratched out of my
furnishings and a new layer carved on
10.
I'm scared because I don't know how to be me
without you

Dec 2013 Elise

and i miss you i guess

Dec 2013 Elise

Anna Lo

and i miss you i guess

the gunman is holding his fire
and the eagle is soaring higher
and this love is want and desire
but I can't find it any longer.

the train is boarding the station
and the waiting is like the waste
of every single story
that were lies about this place

take this away from me
fill this sink with
endless china and my
wordless dreams

the pictures are but a liar
their stories written through snowstorms
and my drink is candy and whiskey
every night and day

the gunman is holding his fire
and the eagle is soaring higher
and this love is want and desire
but I can't find it any longer.

and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess
and i miss you i guess

Dec 2013 Elise

moonrise over tawai

Dec 2013 Elise

Tom McCone

moonrise over tawai

with just keys, right pocket, as witness,
truly,
i would fall a little
more with
you close enough, with
you i
could go out every night
or sleep just a little
easier. we slip
into patterned strides,
eyes ablaze under the enclosure of
sodium streetlamps.
through scraps of sienna cloud,
one star emerges:
a steady twinkle in your eyes,
a heartbeat,

a truth and an intractability.

Dec 2013 Elise

Christmas Mourning

Dec 2013 Elise

Sofia Paderes

Christmas Mourning

Over breakfast
we read the letter we wrote you
I was shaking and he
looked at me with the eyes of a child
the strong one
the Protector
he looked at me with the eyes of a child
he said,
"I never want to get over her."
Me too, Dad.

Me too.