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 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
Saura
I am starting to believe that I have lost the ability to love.
I have started to kiss people with no spark, I’ve held empty hands, and slept in the arms of people I do not fully know.
It all started with a boy, of course.
A boy who wasn’t a spark, but was a firework
He was the sun, the moon, the sky, the flowers, etc
He took up so much room in my mind that he practically became my world.

I spent my nights writing poetry about him in the shadows of my room,
Because if I did it with the lights on, I wasn’t able to immerse myself in the memories we created in the dark.
Under blankets and under the stars,
We made promises that would soon prove to be empty,
And we kissed each other so passionately that the feeling of his lips would be stained on mine.

The boy taught me that I could have everything I have ever wanted,
And there could still be a “but”
We were happy together… but hardly in each other’s presence
We were in love… but he didn’t feel the same kind of love
He gave me everything he had… but he didn’t think it was enough.
See, right there was the problem.
He never thought he was enough for me,
But little did he know that he wasn’t just “enough”.
He was everything.
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
Cynthia
Society is evil
And terribly hollow.
We are lost today
And forgotten tomorrow.

In a world of hate
and artificial love,
the most aware
see no savior above.

You cannot argue,
for I have seen
the deadly epitome
of Reality.

Slaves to Society
may hold us down;
but they will never
deafen our sound.

We have been broken
too many times;
so with tortured hearts,
forever we will fight.
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
Bo Burnham
I said no to drugs once.
I looked a bag of **** right in the face
and, like a loving but firm father,
I said, "No."
I was really high.
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
Eleanor Rigby
he wrote about
her and
made her
immortal.


-- Eleanor
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
Nat Lipstadt
15th,
the time of the month
when a master card american expresses a visa reminder,
hey your passport gonna get cxld!

don't leave town; you got debts due from living life
to the fullest or the lesser, the black & white soda of
mixed up scrapings and dreaming disney fantasias

7 decades is a whole lot of 15th's
many rent/mortgage notices due,
'postage not included' notices,
(in case you were thinking of cutting a
first class stamp size
corner)

the worst word rent, rents,
and not only on the 15th,
smiling - got to rent me a poem someday,
what is the cost, guessing I'll find out on the 15th next

all the time,
lip limp from weekend to the next Friday,
just just making it through, barely,
month to the month, year to tear, dear and dare
15th to the 15th, teenth to teenth
and what is in betweenth

fully forecast a final call, last call will come on a 15th,
made sure there will be enough left to cover the outstandings,

another outstanding word I love

just enough left to mail me and my ritings,
take care of the responsibles, the non-disposables,
my last months rent, covered, my rep intact,
but no more, no one last yellow taxi ride

  the postage to return me
to my next forwarding address,
and even the cost of this poem,
got it covered





3:23am 8/15/17
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
PrttyBrd
the basics
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
PrttyBrd
love generates kindness
trust generates peace
open hearts breed understanding
10w
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 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
xy
Wonder.
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
xy
I remember watching you during movies.
As the scenes changed, the lighting acted as different filters on your face.
Each one more interesting than that before.
You were what I called beautiful.
A sunflower among roses.
No, the tallest sunflower among sunflowers.
An aesthetic sort of beauty.
Jean jacket over a yellow tee shirt kind of beauty.
But also red dress and red lips with high boots and dark eyeshadow kind of beauty.
The kind of girl you’d notice in a nice car before you notice the car.
I remember watching you pick stuff out in stores and wanting to pick you up and kiss you.
I remember wanting to fall on my knees and tell you I love you in front of everyone.
I remember every single light that shined on your face during those movies.
I remember looking at you in art galleries, trying to understand you as you tried to understand the art.
I remember looking at you and wishing you’d look at me.
But I guess we were surrounded by interesting things.
To each their own.
 Sep 2017 Jaclyn
Cloudy Heart
I'm sorry that I am
so rough around the edges
I get frightened so easily
and I'm torn apart by how insecure I can be
I don't mean to be
so rough around the edges
I know you love me and
I know you've healed my wounds
I'm sorry that I am
so rough around the edges
constantly asking if you love me
constantly feeling I am not good enough
I just need you to know
I know it's not your fault
It was never my intention to be
so rough around the edges
I am traumatized by a life I wish
I never had
I wish to delete
everything but you
then maybe I wouldn't be
so rough around the edges
-m.a.
:(

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