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Your FaultCrawling through the floor
Trusting you to keep me safe
I feel a pain in my head
Something red and warm runs down
Blurring my vision
A cry echoes from my lips
As this metal barb hangs from my skin
You drop your graphite pole
And rush over to check on me
But I don’t trust you now
You didn’t keep me safe
This blood shouldn’t be flowing
This is your fault
I already hate you by owen-sixes

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by angelicdeamon

PranksterPrankster
Among my memories old and new,
The first of all, I gained with you,
Remember that day when I was two,
My innocent face I bid adieu?
Sitting content within my chair,
Pleased I was to watch and stare,
And just await my pretzels fair,
From the bowl you gave with care.
While munching on my salty snack,
I heard dear Mother's voice then smack,
Warning you to take it back,
Her green bowl that I might crack.
I listened when you said it's fine,
To take it back, you'd make me whine,
You said to leave me alone to dine,
That I'd break nothing I thought was mine.
Now I then I had to disagree,
Though little, I was smart you see,
So in my own baby glee,
I thought to make your senses be.
And though I couldn't really speak,
I made a grin from cheek to cheek,
I dumped my munchies with a squeak,
Then smashed the bowl with happy shriek.
I still remember how you gawked,
Your poor demeanor completely shocked,
And Mother tutted as she talked,
How you had been surely mocked.
From that day I plot and by Dandin-of-Redwall

HyperthymesticIt's like looking through a crystal ball,
and
I can't get
the red
out
of
my head:
knees to elbows
like a prehistoric carving
on flat pink jewel,
an old philosopher born anew,
thinking of nothing and
signifying everything —
senseless and parasitic
and beautiful was I,
and
all in midair.
I could never forget,
and it's not that I don't like baths;
I just always end up face down
trying to breathe in the warmth
I once knew by AMWeitz

Lizard FriendSoft fingers of the wind blow
Gently through curls with longing thickness.
Hazy clouds dance slowly
As I feel the heat of Mr. Sun.
Bubbling sounds come forth
As I feel my tiny muscles move.
I run to the old forgotten shed
And peer around some old weathered boards.
Scratching nails could be heard
As I watch a brown lizard idle closer.
This small bodied creature
Is the only friend I have known.
We begin a game of chase
As Mr. Sun climbs higher.
Soon the lizard runs off
And I hear the gentle voice of my mother.
Mr. Sun is tired
And my stomach is now complaining.
I sigh softly
And look over to the boards.
There sitting in the setting light
Is my friend.
He gives one last wink
And I run off into the house. by BastetCat

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Published: Jun 24, 2013

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