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Let's join a whistle band 
And light matches with our teeth 
Lets ask everyone when they lost track of Waldo 
Cuz I havent seen that ******* since the 10th grade 
Let's believe in all the superstitions 
A little luck is what we've been needing these days 
Lets eat sushi and climb on rooftops when we aren't supposed to 
Just so we can look at the white lights and hope that the height will give us a little clarity 
Lets ask long questions with long answers 
And know that to talk you also have to listen 
Let's watch creepy **** and wear socks with high heels 
We'll be class acts till the day we die 
Though not in the way everyone expects  
Let's spend way too much time together 
And cut through backyards in the snow 
Lets pay for our café  drinks in change 
And ask for favors because we're close 
Let's spill our guts and our laughs 
Because you're the only one who gets me 
Lets spell out words with pennies 
And decide life in ****** thrift store dressing rooms 
Let's cry and be sad 
With the promise to be happy 
And healed when the other is near 
Lets rip up t-shirts 
And change the radio in each others cars 
Let's take a million memories 
And expect the best out of life and gelato ice cream
Let's dry up flowers in the summer to look at in the winter 
And wear too many rings on our fingers 
Let's hang out with ****** 
And rent a red convertible for the summer 
Lets read books and watch Mulan
And take walks and get together just so we can nap
Lets play assassins creed 
And listen to Bon Iver (or Bone Eyever) 
And take a break from thinking too much all the time 
Lets join a whistle band 
And light matches with our teeth Because all of this has meant more to me than a million everythings
 Jul 2014 Jack Gladstone
Moksha
Your smiles tear me apart
You know I don't have a heart
So far removed from sanity
I've got nothing left within me.

So do me a favour

Forget me.

Forget we ever shared kisses
On that sunlit hammock
Between sighs of passion
You whispered "I had to have you"

The moment, and in that moment
I lost and yet found you
You joked that I would leave
A trail of broken hearts, around the world

In my fernweh, in this restlessness
Your memories linger like smoke
But so do those broken hearts
I fear that you're right about this.

So, forget me.
you spell traveling as travelling
and never write travelled,
ever
because that would mean it stopped
and traveling should go on
forever.

you want to get lost in a supernova
and when it destroys you;
be scattered among the galaxies.
(you always longed for the stars)

you write "travelling"
because if we can't bend language
to our whims
(it is, after all, the only way to tell
a thought, a hope, a desire)
then what use is it?
 Jul 2014 Jack Gladstone
C Davis
Carbonation
In the perforations
Of my pupils
Pops
Like one million little
Tiny bubbles
Swirling to the top
And I am lit

Just like a lantern on the lawn
I sway with wind 'til
Night is gone
Tumble with you
Toward the dawn
 Jul 2014 Jack Gladstone
Birdsong
As I look down on these lands.
I see the sadness in your eyes
And I know you fear that we will not meet again.

You see me gone forever,
But you need to know
That my love for you will never cease.
Do not think I am gone.
For I love you to much,
with all my heart.

So do not look at my final sunset in fear.
I will come back,
With words of hope.

Do not follow in my footprints,
Do not cry.
Do not worry while I am gone.

I will see you again,
And when the time comes.
That I come back to you,

Please...
Follow me to Paradise
The loss of a friend is a hard time, indeed. I can only hope that these words can bring you solace.
Like trying to tie a string that's fraying
Like the unwanted rain,
We're staying
Beating a horse,
Bleeding out on the floor,
A conversation fading out with sayings
Like trying to fill a funnel with feeling
As soon as we're through, I'm leaving
Exhausted moans,
Never really alone,
The passion and purpose receding
The intensity of the moment suspended
Rendered me speechless
My mind went numb
My heart went on overdrive
To compensate for it
Until eventually I croak out
A mangled whisper
Those three words.

They never seem to sound
Quite as I want them to
They never seem to hold
The same weight
They never seem to evoke
The same feelings
As hearing them
Being said with such certainty
By you.

I hope you still understand
I really hope you know
Just how much

I love you.
Written in March 2013
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