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the girl i did not run over looks at me with eyes that say that i am part of the problem, when i could have been her solution, looks at me like she’s blaming me for swerving away, like she’s measured every one of her steps from her door to the curb, and i am the one thing she failed to account for. i almost double back to try and tell her all the same things that i have been told but i do not. her feet are too heavy, by now. her stomach too hollow. she does not need more empty words to swallow, she does not need stop signs or yield signs or ‘for the love of god think of everyone you are leaving behind’ signs. i do no

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epitaph by MisfitableGrae, literature

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epitaph

10 Lessons on Love by Tangled-Tales, journal

10 Lessons on Love

Mar 10, 2016

I had convinced myself years ago that I had loved before- the way that is much different than family or friends. And maybe I slightly had. But I soon realized this summer that I had never loved in the way you hope to love. I had never had such admiration and strong feelings for another human until this summer. I knew what it meant to feel electricity in your veins and butterflies in your stomach. But even then, I did not truly know love. I finally knew love when the person I cared dearly about became sick, and I found myself distraught at the thought- totally engulfed in their well-being. I found myself thinking, 'Even if we never speak anoth

murder has its sexual side by snowveins, literature

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murder has its sexual side

i. you look up at me with a smile on your lips and your nose touching mine. i want to kiss you. i want to make you love me and love me and love me and love me and love me, again and again, and then i want to rip it all away. for once, i will walk away unscathed. ii. you say that you'll never write another poem about me again, but is that true? can you resist looking into my eyes and drawing comparisons to andromeda herself? you want to love me, and i say do it: tear out your heart and rip out your veins and hand it to me on a silver platter. i won't give you anything back. iii. now you listen to all my favorite bands, you play all my favori

Hunger by schriftsteller, literature

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Hunger

Exploring you is a study in duality— I walk the steps of your spine & when I reach either end anything could be waiting. You exist in too many forms for one body to hold & I want them all. I stick myself to your flesh & the constant bones, I want to possess everything— the marrow of you the violin bow of your clavicle the sternum the femur & phalanges. What already possesses me. I am greedy & want to eat every piece of you— I want you to devour me & leave me picked clean. You’ve caught me like a stray animal— I am wild & an affront I am tamed & pliant. I am my own switching poles & my mind complements

why did you gamble that night daddy? (remember) by XSwan-SongX, literature

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why did you gamble that night daddy? (remember)

I.) winter tendrils choked a child in the back-room as they watched the storms collide - splintered wood and burning fire steamed their father's glasses (they saw the devil in his soul that night) II.) and shaking hands could not write fast enough to spill the hurt, the lakes dried up when they got a counsellor who talked about magazines instead of why parents gamble and why they stole the other's credit card (but most of all, please take away the guilt they feel for not asking him to stay home instead of playing cards) III.) the smashed doors were rebuilt but never opened to a child that was just another statistic, their parents think t

I care by Tangled-Tales, literature

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I care

i. your words drip with crimson as you bite your lip; you always liked to pretend you held the strength of metal, and now all that’s left is the aftertaste of copper trickling down your throat- what happened to the child throwing pennies in the fountain? ii. hidden under the threaded sleeves of your sweater, I can picture your hands shaking like earthquakes and your fists held clenched; I worry your fingernails cut dashed lines into the palms of your hands, like the ones painted on back roads and highways- I’m worried where you plan on going iii. viewing your puffy eyes and hearing woebegone-winded words tangle on your tra

begin. (disconnected like the lonely stars) by XSwan-SongX, literature

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begin. (disconnected like the lonely stars)

gossamer threads spin in the ceiling; bitter green glass tasting of ginger spices and bottled confusion. (dust in the back of my throat) the phoenix took his flight between the strings of a violin i don't know how to play but wish i could, the notes i know are on repeat like a joke that's funny to them but not to me (i hate laughing, i do it all the time.) my thoughts are s c a t t e r e d in the winds like Autumn leaves, hearing things that are not real (pretending again) but feel real (more lifelike than this cold skin on a warm keyboard) i don't know how to make the incoherency of the human mind into a language defined by definit

i got drunk on the blue of your eyes again. by XSwan-SongX, literature

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i got drunk on the blue of your eyes again.

i.) yellow: you are sick, I've caught you vomiting in the downstairs sink four times this week (that's four times too many), ribs jutting out from dying canvas skin; maybe i'll play the keys on your bones instead of playing your sister's piano badly (it makes you smile sometimes, even though we both suck.) still, i hold you even when i feel like you'll ii.) snap: the elastic band on your left wrist is terrifyingly loud as we huddle in silence outside of hell, waiting for the devil to hook you up to his various machines. maybe it's my fault i called him but there's plenty of blame to go around in our house nowadays. (you broke my gr

what if i told you by XSwan-SongX, literature

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what if i told you

that the only thing i learned from eating dinner at the table was your opinions never matter and it's better to be silent than sorry, my Mother used to box her ears in every time i accidentally broke a biblical law and what if i confessed that my sister is the one my mother loves the best, even when i came home with certificates and commemorations that never meant anything in a Christian household 'cause i kissed another girl in year 10 and the teacher wrote an angry letter home (and the girl eventually left me alone anyway) and what if i admitted that the only thing i ever learned in maths was how to plot the angle of my death and the r

Nothing by Tangled-Tales, literature

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