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George Anthony Apr 2016
don't tell me to stop while you're asking for more
i don't know how to say no to you
please stop crying over me, i'm sick of being the bad guy
i don't know what's right and what's wrong
'cause i'm feeling both every time we're close

when we're so intimately intertwined and
it's like every breath you breathe is mine
your heart thumps like a bass drum and my veins shiver;
every arch of your spine
is a momentary ascent
that reminds me just how much closer you are to heaven than i am

i could never be good enough for you no matter how hard i try and
i've been feeling guilty for not being enough
every single day since i met you
Yasha Harkness Dec 2015
Your love is a black hole
If I get too close I will be consumed
My love is but a star in comparison
Your love's infinite gravity would swallow mine whole
The depth of your love is a reaction to past hurts
Invisible and terrifying in its intensity
This anomaly of gravity so seductive nothing can resist
With no warning received time stops
My heart is falling into the singularity caused by your proximity
You monster that I love

**I will never be able to escape you...
michelle Dec 2015
S C E N A R I O :

    your mother picks out
    paint chips at
    the hardware store;

    “Christmas Snow” “Teenaged Frost”
                      “American White”

    you don’t hear her ask you
    which shade is best

S C E N A R I O :

    your father measures
    the dimensions of
    your yard’s withered grass;

    Perimeter equals Length plus Width times two

    you can’t convert the inches
    without a calculator

S C E N A R I O :*

    you lift the hammer
    but lower it when
    you think of the nails;

    hit the Head, not the Point

    you’re good at breaking things
    not fixing them

              *
(someone smashed our picket fence)
Erika Castaldo Dec 2015
Mother and father stand over a
bright pink crib,
screaming, cursing, crying
until he leaves,
never to be seen again.

The toddler sits in the corner
curled into a ball and
covering her ears as her mother
towers over her and yells in her face,
blaming the young girl for her problems.

The girl stands in front of the mirror,
red cheeks, timid smile,
conscious of her too-baggy clothes
and messy hair.
She walked to the bus alone.

That shirt that used to reach her knees
fits her properly.
She feels more like one of her peers.
But her hair is still knotted
and she still squints because her
mom never took her to get glasses.

Her mother is shrieking that she ruined her life
for the thousandth time that week.
She walks out the door, but not before bruising
her cheek and
shattering the mirror on the door.


That night, the girl took
an old blade to her wrists and
fell asleep in a pool of blood.
If someone asked me if I regretted it, and I said I did...that it made things so difficult, hard to explain, contain...
I'd be lying.
Lying through my teeth, through my woes, through my checkered soles.
I miss your clumsy lips on me, lopsided with liquor as we stumbled along
the tattered college sheets.
It's been a month and I'm two steps back,
Trying to understand my life, my life as sudden as a heart attack.
You gave me your kisses, a little less than intended
I gave you my body but not my choices.
I want more, I wanted more but all before I wanted your friendship
We were/are friends unchained
Students with no purpose running astray
Your piercing and voice commanded to me
I called and you did but who would've thought we had the right chemistry?
I never loved someone more than you, in the way of pure intimacy and shoulder glance
It's been a month since our tryst in the sheets, hidden away in your tiny bed room with nothing but a laptop playing streams and a thick bed sheet
Skin on skin
We were mixed together as one, never been with someone my parents would love.
So bad so b a d
I loved your face and your voice
I loved your hands between my thighs
I loved your lips on my ear and neck
I loved feeling within you and in the middle of me
Knowing someone I somehow knew in all casual entirety
In the rain glimmers of dust
We talked and talked
*** was never a must.
That's why this is a surprise
Someone so dear to me could make me feel such a surmise
You're all I want but all a risk
I can't help but want you by my sheets
I fear a new day
A new day feeling still stuck in this way.
Rakha Sep 2015
Annie darling,

We may not be able to build the space ship you wanted
It's not that you weren't a good girl,
nor was it because you didn't pass the soccer trials

We may not also get you the hairpin you wanted,
the one encrusted in silver,
lined with satin
and chiseled by the finest sculptor

Once again, it wasn't because you forgot your homework
nor was it because you yelled at me


Annie darling,
We love you.

Just maybe not today.
Sami Rose Sep 2015
Steel bars confined
my prowling mind,
circling the borders
in a dysfunctional order.

Rapidly beating against
my distorted slurs
of denunciations, I
kissed the keys
despite their razor
blade tongue affection.

Sudden silence brought
sudden reverberations of
you you you
and again, I
would take another
pounce to add
to my flowering
garden of purple,
green, and blue.

An illegal sort of
extravagance turned into
violently injecting me
with a poison
that I thought
would keep you
here with me,
but it was not
enough, never enough.
-s.r.b.
I give you flowers and tears
You give me sarcasm
I wish you would show a little more sympathy
You'd rather I get a backbone
I whisper unspoken love on your shoulder
You say it with a mothering tone
I have a panic attack whenever something doesn't fit
You dismiss it all with an iron fist
I dream of a place full of love and passion
You're just thankful you even exist
Money, ***, miscommunication and occasional road trips
It's not necessarily a bad thing just
Our own sort of a
**Dysfunctional relationship
Brent Kincaid Apr 2015
PERFECT WIFE

A perfect little wife
A perfect loving life
He slaps me in the face
I don’t feel disgrace.
As long as he comes home
And doesn’t choose to roam
Then I will toe the line
And all will be just fine.

I’m not the perfect wife
I can get out of hand
He’s the love of my life
You have to understand.
We have so much invested
In our life together.
He’s so very special
I’ll never find another.

It’s not his fault
What is going on.
It’s not his fault
I egged him on.
It’s not his fault
I burned his dinner.
It’s not his fault
I should have known better.

A perfect little wife
A perfect loving life
He slaps me in the face
I don’t feel disgrace.
As long as he comes home
And doesn’t choose to roam
Then I will toe the line
And all will be just fine.

When he’s sweet
He’s the love of my life.
He’s the perfect husband
For such a ******* up wife
When he’s angry
He’s not the same.
It’s all my fault;
He’s not to blame.

A perfect little wife
A perfect loving life
He slaps me in the face
I don’t feel disgrace.
As long as he comes home
And doesn’t choose to roam
Then I will toe the line
And all will be just fine.

Brent Kincaid
4/1/2015
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