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 Jan 2015 js
E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
 Jan 2015 js
Beth Taylor
it should be noted that girls don't always come from venus, that some boys might be a little deader than they were before they claimed you took their breath away.
some girls have barbed wire around their hearts, and others have white flags. some boys have touched more cigarettes than thighs, more blades in the bathroom sink than the ones in her shoulders. the city might whisper the name of one boy and tremble at the thought of another; a girl might  have a hit list with only one name on it — her own. some boys will **** just to say they lost their virginity and some boys will spend the rest of their lives making love as though they could gain it back; some girls have lost their tears and sweat in the upholstery of the same car that might belong to one of these boys — and some of those same boys are sweaty handprints on the backseat windows while others are fingerprints on your throat, but no matter how you look at it, he will always leave his mark, won't he?
it should be noted that some girls will miss you like hiroshima playgrounds miss the laughter of young children, but others will miss you like an 11:30 flight at 11:31, and i bet you never knew that some boys will never tell you that they miss their father just as much as some girls calling everyone else 'daddy' except for the one they truly need; you'd never believe me if i said that some girls look at the night sky where they used to see their reelection in the stars, but now only see another broken mirror.
it should be noted, that not all boys are from mars.
 Dec 2014 js
Jay
Me
 Dec 2014 js
Jay
Me
I like long car rides through the woods while listening to sad songs
I like collar bones
I like songs that romanticize him sleeping with another
I like when his hands shake
I like messy handwriting
I hate being around lots of loud people
I hate when jokes are carried out to long
I don't believe in talking just for the sake of it
It breaks my heart how beautiful humanity is
I'd rather be broke and happy than rich and sad
I like when my fathers drunk because he says all kinds of things I'll never hear him say sober
I hate most shades of green
I cry almost every day
I love Charles Bukowski and F. Scott Fitzgerald
their writing makes me feel alive
I hate the taste of ***
I drink ***** like water
I think I'd still love him with his hands covered in my blood
Pictures of bunnies make me smile
He knows this
I over romanticize the the little habits he has
but they truly are my favorite thing
when I said "I love you" for the first time I thought I meant it
I didn't really mean it until it seemed too inadequate a phrase
I love fresh green grass even though it makes my skin red
I like how clothes smell when they come out of the dryer,
but I hate washing clothes.
I love how my mother is so forgetful,
I hate how she forgets my feelings.
I don't like birds,
but I wish I could fly away.
I hate ignorant people,
I dislike my own ignorance more.
I don't have the patience to read long poems
but I could listen to readings for days
I always stumble over my words when I'm excited.
Green and red are not suitable house colors.
Maybe I'm not as complicated as I feel
I still remember how disappointed he looked that day I broke his heart
I can take others hurting me but I can't hurt others
I like my dad's girlfriend
and not just because she give me alcohol
I drink to **** my insides
I don't see a point in living for a long time
I like angry music
It seems more alive than happy songs
I hate my English teacher but I still think he's brilliant
The Great Gatsby changed my life as much as a work of fiction can
I've only been in love with boys with blue eyes
I only have three best friends
I'm constantly terrified that they hate me
I feel grown up when he holds my hand in his car
The little things he does to impress me make my heart flutter
I love when summer is turning into fall
I've been a parent since the age of three
My mom thinks I internalize other peoples pain until it destroys me
Maybe she's right
I follow about 118 people on twitter
I only know about 30 of them
I've been suicidal since the age of 13
My mother doesn't know
It would break my fathers heart
It breaks my own heart
I compulsively run my fingers through my hair when I'm nervous
He thinks it's cute and laughs
I love his laugh
I can never finish a meal
I hate eating in front of people
I don't believe in god
I did when I was younger
I wish I could sing but I wouldn't want to be a singer
I've never spent the night in the same bed as a boy
I hope he changes that
I try to be sincere
I often fail
I drink too much for my age
But others drink more
I hate when people worry about me
But I don't know how to make them stop
I can't listen to the news without crying
I like raw genuine emotion
I hate absolutes
I always kiss on the first date
I dont believe his promises even though I say I do
My wardrobe consists of blues grays and blacks
I hate where I live but I think that's common
If I lived somewhere else I wouldn't of met him
It makes me angry that my best friend got to kiss him
She's no longer my best friend
I don't like being questioned
Small talk bores me
I don't sleep well
I have vivid dreams about terrible things
There isn't a reason for why I write
Except it feels like there's an animal eating away at my insides when I'm not writing
this isn't very poetic, this is who i am.
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