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Jellyfish Oct 2016
I feel sick inside,
I still want you by my side...
Wolftrax Oct 2016
Her lips are like red cherry wine
Her hair is brunette, soft to the touch
Her arms, they hold me when I’m down
Her smile, it lets me know I’m going to be alright
Her touch, it’s unlike any other in this world
Her heart, it’s there for me… at least I hope

She seems to want me, but she’s kind of distant
She starts to tell me things, but then closes up
She will open her heart to me, but close it right away
She listens to me, is understanding, but I often wonder
Is she scared or she hiding something? I just don’t know
I love her so much, but I don’t want to hurt her, I’m scared

I’ve been hurt before, so many times, I lost count
I don’t want to jump to conclusions, assuming things
I just want her to know how much I really care
But knowing I’m not going to hurt her, I’m not that way
It’s hard to explain the feelings I have, they’re pretty deep
I just want her to know, I’m not one of them guys who cheat
You find that person who you really like, you have things in common, and you seem to click. There's just one problem... they're distant. They pull back, they start to get involved, but back off. It makes you wonder. Is it you, is it her, is it something else? You want to say something, but don't want to put the relationship/friendship in jeopardy. It seems to go great for a while, but it drops, only to picks up again... and have it happen, once again.
winter Sep 2016
when have such tendrils of terrors
had such a strong and everlasting grip?
for as i stretch there is not strain but
i feel the bruises of the past days
as they only remind me of
the places I can no longer go

the reach of the mares
horrify the ones that have no experience
no matter their years
will feel the way some fingers crunch
delicate bones may bleed strength
into those who run into the grasp of the lost

i have not thought in such a long time.
the arms of my mind have not since been feeling
such as the numbness that takes over my mind
only allowing for a lose for any of these around me
i don’t think i want to be such a black hole
hiding my misery only makes the depths
all that more eminent

i was not that sure what all the others see
but i know in my wholeness that i can only
use my own eyes for such a burdening task
they may not see my sadness,
but any and all calls for help will be veiled
sometimes thinly and sometimes
under such a thick swimming smile

the branches of hope at the back of many minds
may have been living for such a long time
that i no longer see them reaching for me
but reaching for others as i lose my will
to be able to notice their bodies
and their angles within such an effortless and unforgiving planet
their grasp will not be lost to them no matter the meaning to me
this is totally still in the editing process but ive been wanting to post something for a while. ive also just been having a really bad time lately and needed to get it out of my system.
Riptide Sep 2016
You've kept me alive all this time
Taken well care of me
Never faltering
I've always boasted about you
And the family.
Until I came to varsity.
Where there a see of stars
Good and bad
Great and ****
Poised and lost.

You were cool at first
Perhaps because of all the joy rides you were on
Distracted you of what's always been in front of you
Maybe just immature
Without knowing what you fancied
But down the line
Once you got out of that themed park
You began giving me problems
But the more I fed you
The more you craved
I see you'll never get enough
You'll never be satisfied
You shouldn't

I appreciate you
But I'm mad at you
Out of everyone there is,
Why did you have to choose her?
When you are fully aware
Of who she is.
I too take some of the blame.
But I'm rational and you're not.
And now we're stuck in a net.

I shall be honest
This is a puzzle I can't picture
This is a puzzle I'm afraid embarking.
But whatever happens,
Promise me you'll continue beating
And never stop growing
Even if love takes us hiking up Kilimanjaro.
Never give in,
Keep your head up.
Keep me up
With the love you harbour for her,
With your love for me.
Shammyshamsham Sep 2016
The devil's here again,
he always come once a month.
Visits for three days, maybe four, maybe week
It all depends upon his whims.

I often fear when he comes near,
coz' his mind is so twisted
his confusing, his weird
I'm afraid with a snap, he decides not to leave.

He wears a big grin, he's all red and smells
His laugh irritates me, he loves to taunt
He smirks with his eyes telling me "give up!"
It's as if he already won the fight....well he did !

I'm not worried though, I'm fine
because he only comes then say goodbye.
Then all my hunger, frustrations, my fears
Once he leaves, he takes and flee.
I'm on my period, please bear with me.
Kelly Weaver Aug 2016
I'd like to believe
That the sun smiles for me
Or that love is endless
And summer is everlasting
Or that happiness is just a dear drop away
Because I've been crying for days
And help isn't on its way
And I'm so afraid.
I'd like to think people mean what they say
And that there's only gonna be one cloudy day
And that, in order to grow, we all need a little rain
But I look at myself and I'm so ashamed.
Nobody tells you, when you're born,
That your heart will be torn
And you may wish for sweet relief
To fall asleep and to never wake
They never tell you how hard it may be
And they don't prepare you for a lack of sympathy.
And the ones you love may hurt you most
And the heavy feeling in your chest doesn't flee
It roasts.
There's a fire in your heart
And you wish you never had to start wishing
Wishing there was an easier way
Wishing for a way to ease the pain
It's incredibly hard to escape the perpetually aching heart you carry day by day
And that, my friend, is all I have to say.
The teardrop away thing is from Shrek
Jeremy Rascon Aug 2016
What am I if not human?  
Am I monster
Who roams the empty city streets
In search for love to devour
And spit back the bones
Defiler of young dreams
Wrecker of lives
Am I a monster
That preys on the weak
One for every day
My primal urges
Urge me to take part in these
Biological
Natural
Irresistible
Wants and needs,
Am I a monster because I suppress them ,
Or am I human?
Abby Aug 2016
Fervent on this night.
I texted too much.
I should've stopped.
I can't sleep.
But I can't let you think you won.

Circular thinking.
I'm the solution.
But you overlook
For what?

Because their legs open easier?
They don't expose your soul.

I think you want to swing
Each girl like pendulums
Back and forth. Easy as pie.
Because they think they need you.
Scared they can't do better.

I know I can do better.
I just wanted you.
Like, really wanted you.
I tried to dig the real you up
From the six feet of dirt
That you buried him in.

Typical to say I wish you loved me
Like a needle.
Like your favorite.

But you step on me
Like an unwelcome insect.
Blunt and brutal.
Short and sweet.
Like the kisses I wish you'd give me.

I'm just being a little girl.
I crush easily
As both attacker and victim.
I am as ruthless as you.
So no, this sensation isn't new.

Tiny viper in your bed sheets.
Waiting to pierce a vein
And drink every drop

Until your body is dry.
Safely removing you
From the back of my eyelids.
You don't even allow me to escape you there.
I have a crush on an old friend... But he's a *******.
Aaron LaLux Jul 2016
America’s Got Presidents


Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit?

Oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt!

Candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough,

on stages,
synthetic sages make up stories,
while the police keep stuffing us into cages,
and the politicians keep talking about reclaiming America’s lost glory.

America’s lost glory what glory,
the one about us bombing innocents or the one about slaves,
well if that’s the glory then it’s not lost,
because the US still bombs innocents and pays most people a slave wage.

It’s fckn depressing,
these pop-star presidents,
jockeying for position,
just for a chance at a White House residence.

On a stage,
it’s a sad charade,
all these bad actors,
pointing fingers trying to shift the blame,

laaaaaame!

All they do is talk different when in front of a mic,
but behind closed doors they all act the same,
different costumes different connotations maybe,
but really there’s no significant difference because there’s no significant change.

It’s an act a sham a show,
pop star presidents hip hop rock and roll,
Barack stars sing about change without any evidence,
if you ask me they’ve all gotta go,

and this election year is no better,
if anything it’s worse,
you’ve got Hillary Clinton AKA Barack Light,
and of course running is another Bush,
then there’s Donald Trump,
who’s legitimately probably the Anti-Christ,
he’s a racist sexist selfish sociopathic narcissist,
he doesn’t want to debate anything he just wants to fight.

But what about Bernie Sanders,
people ask, “Are you feeling the Bern?”,
I mean the guy’s a 74 year old career politician socialist,
he’s gonna try and take half of everything I earn.

Sure,
I’d vote for him I guess,
outta desperation only,
because maybe it’d take someone that extreme to get us outta this mess,
but honestly he’s a bumble bee,
poking at the hornet’s nest,
I’d bet if he becomes a real threat to the one Corporate Establishent want’s to elect,
that the speech where he accepts ends with one of his last breaths.

Yup.

America the beautiful,
when’d you become such a bully,
you used to be my best friend,
but now you act like you don’t even know me,
you’re blood lust is revolting,
why’s your answer to everything violence,
and how can you say you speak for the people,
when most of the people are so fed up they just shut up and stay silent,

and even if we do get out and vote,
these days our votes aren’t even counted what gives,
what you think it’s just a coincidence,
that almost every state Hilary won was accused of being rigged?

I feel sick.

This political pile of tricks politics seems like a pile of ****t,
and the media’s forcing it down our throat,
I mean really what are we supposed to do,
when those that feel outcasted can’t even get the system to count their cast votes.

So I take notes.

And I write.

I write,
all of this with typing hands and a shaking head,
because I want a leader I can truly trust and believe in,
instead of some actor that can’t be trusted no matter what they’ve said.

Red,
state,
blue,
state,
red,
fish,
blue,
fish,

I’m not a Jew,
I’m only half so I’m Jew-ish,
and I’m not trying to be rude,
or to sound too prudish,
it’s just,
the history of half my people,
is filled with those that want to ***** us,
so the bait and switch poli-tricks these politicians politic,
well they’re Grand Old Party is nothing new to us.

Who to trust,
who to trust,
we’re tired of feeling like Lewinsky,
giving oral to the Oval Office and getting nothing back but fckt.

Fck.

When is enough enough,
no is supposed to mean no,
but we get it no **** on the ****** tube,
***; Slave & Master we’re all Lady Liberty’s ******* so on with the show!

Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit?

Oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt.

Candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough?

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

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