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jennifer Jun 2015
it faded like slavery
but the screams will not.
not this time
not with this much
involvement
my body,  a strawberry

strawberry,  begging for fondue
slavery begging for an end
involvement is too exhausting
nor giving any relief,  so
much energy spent slowly,  as if dripping
time wasted

wasted time, wasted life, dipped in a bitter
fondue, unpleasant and messy
dipping of bitter lips until the bitter
end, *** empty,  needs washing, another
exhausting task, requiring to much
involvement, too much effort

Effort is what i can't give, I'm
bitter about that and angry. With too
much resentment, just growing inside me. More
messy baggage,
another issue, as if I don't already have enough. So im
bitter,  so what?

What difference does it make?
I'm to battered for repair,
I'm to exhausted for any attempt at anything
Our words were once kind, but they have since been laced with venom.

Our heart was once warm, but it now only burns from the ice it pumps through our veins.

Our pen once wrote praises, but now only blood spills upon the page.

Our smile was once gentle, but we have filed our teeth to fangs with our failures.

Our soul once knew love.

But it was only pretend.

Our resolve was once mighty, but it has been broken by shattering defeats, poisoned by false loyalties.

We wish to speak, but even our words have abandoned us, just as lovers past.

We wish to scream, but we will only be answered by the echoes of our fortress.

We wish to write, but cannot bear the pain to lift the pen.

We wish to have her.

But she has ran to the arms of another.

She once gave us serenity, but now only provides torment.

She once illuminated the skies above, but now we only cower in darkness.

She once held our heart, but now our hands bleed as we hold the jagged pieces together.

We were once hopeful to find solace in companionship.

*What a fool I am.
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Static t.v's,
Stare at it 40 hours and tell me you don't feel them pulling at you,
Bringing you down,
Steal things you found,
Take what your names pronounced,
And for what!
So you could drink your sorrows away,
Devil's nectar eating at your face,
I got three words for you,
Leave me be,
Nor redirecting to you,
I swear Its just me,
Put away all the check books,
Words as blue as the sea,
Blue wine is what I drank,
It feels alright to me.

________


Conflicted,
Misused,
Abandoned,­
A shot in the dark,
But except the sun reflects,
Off the waters only if you tell it no,
Never takes it for an answer, just a blur,
A lost figment,
So your imaginary friends will never accept,
Resentment is not a good thing to throw at anyone,
But if anyone is wrong,
Then they have every right to ignore everyone,
Tie your shoes and run,
Looking around town for a bit of thrill as in fun,
So while its may,
You may believe all your sentences are important,
Hoping writers block will stay,
Only for a couple of minutes and get lost in distant extortion.
I need a drink right about now.
Sydney Brocato May 2015
This a prayer to MY God
Lord oh God,
Some see you and see judgement without compassion
I see compassion without judgement for you have made us to make our own choices
You, oh God, have been through hell and back with us
This is the reason for your Righteous name as our Heavenly Father
I find those who don't follow you, lost
I shall not judge for some are not taught to worship THEIR God
They are taught that if an earthly father would forsake than why wouldn't our Heavenly Father
Our father on earth has been made to show the likeness of you but has fallen to worldly turmoil
Remembered that when you blame MY/YOUR God for choices a man with free will had made
Consider that......
Don't hold your dad's mistakes against a God/ Heavenly Father that has done nothing wrong to you.
Endless Horizon May 2015
I guess this is it.
You had your final straw.

Your clothes are strewn about on the floor
Waiting to be folded up
To be tossed in a bag,
And carried far away from here.

Your belongings have all disappeared.
You took them all, remember?

I guess this is our final hour.
I guess this is
My final

*Goodbye
Colleen Lyons May 2015
Like geese in the north,
I must flee from you when,
in your face,
I see the temperature cool,
your cheeks crinkle and turn the bright red
of an old maple’s dying leaves.

For soon your heart will be cold,
and the wind chill of your thoughts
will bring necrosis to
the most hot-flowing limbs:

I, who tends to run chilled,
will be dead in the day
with eyes frozen open,
the green of my irises
frostbitten to a dull gray.
The hardest part is realising
That I will always love you
And you'll always love someone else

It's the curse I've been burdened with
To watch the ones I fall in love with
Fall in love with other boys
Like a flower that's shriveled and died
I watch you pick a new bouquet
Of pretty faces and enchanting eyes
But just as always
I'm stuck on the floor
Every dried petal trampled to oblivion
I relive it everyday
Like a hex that forces me to die
At the strike of twelve

And when that clock strikes midnight
I'm reborn
I'm cursed
With a reoccurring nightmare
Where my heart is put out on display
For all to poke and pick up
Only to watch them throw it down and Step on it without remorse
And years ago

I used to sit and wonder
Why I'd always been left behind
Alone and naked
Begging for you to pick me up
And hold me like you used to
When we first fell in love

But I came to realise
That I'd ended up alone for a reason
It wasn't love you were seeking
It wasn't love any of you were seeking
It was entertainment
And I was the naive little clown

All of you crushed me
And I stood silent
I couldn't move
How could I have?
Christopher Zaghi 2015
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