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 Dec 2014 Taylor Jones
JR Potts
I’m so afraid to tell her I love her
so I only do it when I’m drunk,
or we’re drunk together
and still the words nervously tremble
they shake like orange leaves in autumn
and the wind doesn’t carry them
they just fall, quietly and unnoticed
becoming just a nuisance
to later be packed
into black plastic bags
and thrown to the curb.
 Dec 2014 Taylor Jones
CapsLock
To be locked in a room.
Just me and just you.
To make the whole world bloom,
only for us two.

Drinking words from your voice,
being satiated by your sight.
A glorious rejoice,
that could last the whole short night.

And then, maybe, along the hours
my skin could feast with yours.
If we where in the same room.
 Dec 2014 Taylor Jones
christine
You're so beautiful.
I wish you didn't
have to go.
Your limbs are ladder
From sky to sheet,
Night has but one vision,
Two eyes we meet,

In this making bed,
Like rain we shudder
And sun is undead,
Reborn with another,

What vows we take,
Whisper's lip unlocked,
Voyage of sea breaths,
Slip of creation knocked.
The theme of a ladder to heaven is often used by the Early Church. Saint Irenaeus in the 2nd century describes the Christian Church as the "ladder of ascent to God".

In the 3rd century, Origen explains that there are two ladders in the life of a Christian, the ascetic ladder that the soul climbs on the earth, by way of—and resulting in—an increase in virtue, and the soul's travel after death, climbing up the heavens towards the light of God.
 Dec 2014 Taylor Jones
Cora Lee
I have weird habits like:
Avoiding capital 'n's because they look harsh.
Eating food in the shower.
Only matching socks when I'm sad.
Always finishing a started book.
Wringing hands, tapping feet, shaking legs.
Talking to myself.
Always having a song stuck in my head.
Watching myself do everyday things.
Adding a squeak to the end of a sneeze.
Talking like a littler person when I am nervous.
Swallowing my food strangely.
Refusing to sit properly.

I don't understand:
Thumb twiddling.
The school system.
How pi was defined.
Brand names.
Cooked vegetables.
Closed-mindedness.
Lip gloss.
People that dislike reading.
My step mom.
High heels and flip flops.
Why there are wars.
Hormones.
Yawning.

I love:
Peanut butter.
Literature.
Random knowledge.
My boyfriend.
Languages.
Socks.
Italics.
Brushing my teeth.
*****.
Libraries.
Umbrellas.
Anime and Manga.
Patterns and colors.
My family.
Music.
Writing utensils.
Words.
Loud music.
Floor rugs.
My best friend.
Crafts.
Questions.
Tiny containers.
Kind strangers.
Window shopping.
Dandelions.
Kisses.
Hiccups.

And your inconsequentialities -
May I discover them, dear?
I ache to know these things of you that define us all.

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