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 Jun 2013 Mia
Rlavr
Street Diamond
 Jun 2013 Mia
Rlavr
You are the kind of literature
That makes more sense
Amid ***** streets
Smelly creeks
And crowded trains.
You're really, really nice.
You
Someday,
                                                                ­   I hope  you  feel  the  way  I  felt  
                            ­                                   about  you,  I  hope  you  love  the  way
                                                              I ­ loved  you,  I  hope    you  fall  the  way  
I fell  for  you,  I  hope  
  you  ache  the  way  I  ache  for  y­ou,  I  hope  you  cry  
                                        ­             the  way  I  cried  for  you,  
Someday, I  hope  you
                                                               remember  the  way  I  remember  
                               ­                                                         you.
What goes around comes around.
Most moments in our lives pass unnoticed, without remark or consciousness.
Then, there are those that mean something, or that we choose to mean something,
   that become a placeholder for our lives, to add meaning, understanding, passage
    a demarcation that bestows significance
My daughter graduated, under rainy skies and cool breezes.
The white tents in the grass flapped empty and lonely like a cancelled wedding
We sat in a loud gymnasium rather than in the grass quad surrounded by trees
I was there with a thousand other proud parents;
I circled her name in the program.  I waited for the moment when it was to be called; being    
   slightly afraid I'd miss it
And I whistled and yelled, but I don't think quite enough.  I didn't seem to mark the moment.
It was a moment, and I knew it, expected it, wanted it to be.
   so badly.  
Bittersweet.  I like that word, it explains life so well.
I like the idea of bittersweet and I wanted to have it envelope me that day.
I tried to hold on to it.   Like a good dream that comes too late in the morning and wont be prolonged quite far enough
I wanted to hold on, to understand what it meant.  I knew it meant so much,
   or, at least, I wanted it too.
I held on to understand what this meant to her.
I held on to remember my own graduation and the dream I then only fainty realized I had just experienced in my four years of college
I held on because I know her next steps take her further away.
I held on to feel what she felt in the mixture of joy, relief, sadness, confusion;
   all that goes with parting from friends who alone know the exerience you shared.
I held on to make sense of my life.  Making sense of moments makes them meaningful.  
I want life to be meaningful
I wish I would have written something that evening.  In the full emotion of the day.
I thought about it.
And now, like that dream, it is fading into morning light.  I can't remember all that was, or seemed to be, profound and important as I watched my daughter those two days.  
I want it to mean something enduring, symbolic and permanent.  
I want my life to be important, to reflect a famous quote from someone, to be in granite.  
Not so everyone will know it mattered, just so that I will.
 Jun 2013 Mia
Victoria Jennings
I do not like conformity
I stand tall and fight against it.
 Jun 2013 Mia
Victoria Jennings
"Your eyes are glowing"

I know
And yours as well
As you admire me
I love it
Love the very idea
Of this little town
Something draws me in
The pure beauty
The little shops
The sea just moments away
Oh how I love the sea
My eyes fixate on its movement
I love it here
With you
In this place
That feels
Magical.
 Jun 2013 Mia
Victoria Jennings
Hold me
Like you do so well
Rub my back
And kiss my forehead
Be mine always
For you are the only one
The only one
Who makes my heart
Jump and skip
You are the only one
Whom I have ever
Truly loved
Or truly wanted
You are my past
My present
And my future
You are my
Soul mate.
 Jun 2013 Mia
Victoria Jennings
I can already feel
The blood rising
To the surface
Of my skin

I can already
Feel that old ache
The pain
The loneliness

I can already
Feel what it'll be like
Without you again.
 Jun 2013 Mia
Victoria Jennings
She called me strong

How wrong she was

I can still see my scars

They sting sometimes

Just to remind me

I was weak

I still am

I heal just to be reopened

Torn apart again and again

There are wounds you do not see

But that I feel

I fight

But it doesn't mean I always win

No one can win all the time

Everyone is weak sometimes

I'm sorry to tell you

That your pain

Will remain

And if it does go

It will return

Suffering

Is a part of life

Being weak

Is a part of being human

We can't be strong all the time

And for now we'll remain

The weaklings that we are

We remain

Alive

And that is our greatest feat towards strength

We'll go on.

We'll survive.
 Jun 2013 Mia
gabrielle boltz
Raw
 Jun 2013 Mia
gabrielle boltz
Raw
Will you just let me cry with you?
I just need to let hot tears
wash away
what happened.
Just let me cry.

Let them soak into your
teeshirt and leave salt
stains on your skin -
just let me cry with you.

Don't make me give you a reason,
And don't ask how to "fix it"
just let me sit in your arms
and be the only thing that matters
for a minute.

Because I want to
matter enough to take one
of your minutes
and you not notice its absence.  

Maybe it's not normal
and maybe you won't ever
understand.

You would think that
if a woman was made from
a man,
he would be able to
see her fears
desires
and hopes
far better than
reality lets him.

But for now,
I need to cry.
And I need you to
sit quietly and let me.

I need you to listen
to me not saying a word,
because when you can
listen to my quiet
and hear what I'm
trying to say,

then I'll know that
I'm important enough
to take one, two, ten
of your minutes.

I'll realize
then smile softly
in my silence,
and you won't ever notice
the loss of those moments.  

But that's half the point anyway.

So just let me cry,
and mark you with
the lingering crystal
powder of dried tears,
because if I can
be my raw self with you,

then you can be mine.
I've had this one for a while... thoughts?
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