Nice people cry
And nice people do
What everyone wants them to.

It doesn't really matter
If they get the blame
They'll smile and take it as a gift.

They think it's important
To put everyone first,
But everyone excludes them.

Nice people
Want everyone happy,
And everyone excludes them.

(A Thousand-Mile Poem)
by JAC and JAB

I went hunting for history
Between the walls of a house
Peeking through its windows
In case its eyes went without.
Collecting the shadows
From shelves under his eyes
The storage room was full,
His heart heavy with lies.


Archive mind afloat with mystery
Memories and history
Saving me a seat
At the back of the library.
Reading through aisles of empty thoughts
I've known him since that moment.
The memory he nearly forgot,
He still carries a rusting watch
*The watch and time, no longer friends
Rust and poison, a story again
The archive mind begins and ends
At the touch of the forgotten face.

I'm so unbelievably sleepy
My face hurts..
And there are no words
left to say what I have been
saying all along.
But they weren't listening then,
and they don't really care now.
Just a matter of time I guess.

The hardest thing
About love
Is that it isn't harsh.
All emotions
Are used like poker chips
And we care
So **** much if
We lose.
But if its the real kind,
Love can't be lost.

How could
We do these things
To ourselves?
To our soul
Our mind
Our bodies..

One day,
       Someone will kick me in the stomache
And leave me breathless

And we will grow up-
  I will remember it
But they may not
  
  The feeling will leave footprints on my ribcage
  That will turn to mud
  On hardwood kitchen floors

We will fight
  And probably cry,you more than me
But oh can you imagine the happiness you bring!

One day you will lay your head
On the place that first knew your heartbeat

And we will both be home

I know what
he likes to be called.
But instead I call him
by what he is and though
he doesn't know it,
it's the truth in
my words that he loves.

I'd run away
From all of you
To find myself
And live my truth

There wouldn't be
A problem left if only
She understood he
Wasn't the secret kept.

I left your anger
Tears and pettiness
Under my pillows to be
Collected by whatever God

Is there waiting for them.  
I will not be the one
Your insecurities and fears
Haunt. I cannot let You

Determine my future
When what was good for you
Cannot be my medicine. I smile
With all the brightness of

A million suns and I can't
Take your constant clouding
Of my judgement. If you don't
Know I love so differently then

You do then you haven't been listening to me.  I have been screaming so loudly for so long
My throat is raw with emotion.

I want to bathe until all of the things we have been through are boiled off. I want a skin only the sun and breeze have touched.

It could
Only be this type
I believe in only
Falling in too deep.

Her heart
Beats inside my
Stomach

I'll always be there..tighten the jacket.
Read our old texts..reread the letters I've sent.
You have half of me with you always
I would never leave you alone.

I'm not sure what
You think I've lost
If now I have
My peace of mind

I guess
We all need to grow
A little
To
Appreciate
Being young

Two young woman are
Sitting across from each other
Soaking in the sun and scattering drops of rain.

Two sisters get to know each other again after what feels like years, over silly things like tattoos and muffins and how he held her close to him like he couldn't get enough.

The younger of the two wants to say how much she loves him. She wants to say so badly that he makes her pupils dilate too and he smiles like the sun and she doesn't want to lose that warmth.

As best friends they should be able to tell each other everything...but they've been apart for sometime and the age difference is a rift between them on occasion.

I just want to say that the love you feel, that mom feels, it's running through me too.

Bring up the four walls again
Close all the windows
Make sure the blinds are shut
Keep yourself locked inside.

I try to lift weights
So I feel strong
But what about the ones
I just drag along?

Iron at my ankles
Shackles on my wrists
I never knew I was a prisoner
Until this feeling hit.

Never knew what I've done wrong
I tried to be perfect
But it's all what I thought would happen
If people were ticking bombs.

I blew up in your face
After I thought I was helping you
You lit a fire on a long rope
And all I felt was a threatening taste-

I didn't know depression was this heavy a weight.

The door was left open and you
Only
  Stayed halfway     In

You broke the hinges to my head
Yes you
           let the words fly
In.      And
   Out
As they so please

The draft blew in and left
Sentences scrambling
(in the circumstances )

The pens wrote clumsily-and-scrawled
Brawling inks
  On my favorite wall

You let me fall off of the couch
And hit my poetry head first

I divided right in
Diving into yesterdays works.

Please ask him where he got the pieces from
I don't recognize my own heart anymore

I felt the puzzle in my head and knew the chaos that he handed to me like
Misplaced keys

He split the words of u-s with his tongue
And fingered through them

Like pages of the book he never finished

The walls are spinning
Or
You
Are spinning
The bed is moving
Your head is moving
Your feet are dancing
Your mind is open to
All possibilities
There are no impossible things
In the realm
Of make believe
When you are a fact
And I
Am a point in history
I will look for you
Where the world never stops
Spinning
And colors
Taste like your name
This place
Where happiness sounds
Like music
Surround sound
In your head
The impossible is possible here
Where you never stop moving

The fever broke
And she feels
Again

If
you want the truth,
He
wasn't you.

My laughter travels from my lips
to his cheeks
The result in his smile was beautiful

Mein Lachen reist aus meinen Lippen
Zu seinen Wangen
Das Ergebnis in seinem Lächeln war schön

I don't get it
She's so great
And you
Deserve better

People come and go
And I won't bat an eye
But if you're the one
Who doesn't stay..

But I still love the way
her freckles are only on her nose
How she can't dance but she
tiptoes across her kitchen
in her socks
There is beauty in the
dirt under her nails
As she grows her mind
This is not an ode
to how she drools in her sleep
Dreaming in puddles
then jumping in them afterwards
She's always liked the rain
She won't beg you to love her
She won't command your trust
She doesn't believe in warfare
But she doesn't mind a fight
She's been fighting herself, leaving her covered in scars
She sleeps alone in the comfort of her own skin
Always alone..but she doesn't mind
This is a poem dedicated to the love she gives to herself
The love that he couldn't give her
The love she can only give to herself

If her breathing
ever gives way,
let it not
be to hate.

The biggest problem
About air
Is knowing when to hold your breath
Or
When to breathe

She eats poison
For breakfast hoping
That tomorrow,


Well
that there isn't.

Sometimes
I crave to have
The truth
I know when
It is not mine

Our first clue
That love will hurt,
Should have been
Cupid shoots arrows
At people.

"But is the pain worth it?"
For I wouldn't know,
I've only been grazed
A couple times.

Force yourself
Into my
Life
But never
My heart

I don't really want to fall
In love
I just want to feel like dancing
And smile for no reason

I don't really want to fall
In love
I just a daily hug
And to feel loved

"I'm sorry baby
I didn't mean to hurt you
You're doing amazing
I'm proud of you
I love you,"

Give that girl an inch
And she'll make a mile
Constructing sky scrapers
Out of wooden tiles

The thing that breaks my heart
And allows me to come clean
Confessions at midnight
When tears are nearly pristine

He becomes the sheets my hands crave
To hold on to
when the day is rougher then us
He is where my soul can rest its tired head

He is the laughter between recycled jokes
And somehow his classics are funnier
As I feel the laughter tremble in
His heart of hearts

He was the happiness
That found me the way
all wonderful things do
And he stays the way they usually don't

She held on with pale finger tips
And white knuckles
She held on
With praying hands
And tender lips
From rosaries
She locked arms
With something like the truth
And she held on

I only see
The good in people
Because what else could
There be to see?

You laughed as I expressed my grief
In waves of things I'm sure you expected
And smiled as I frowned back
And I tilted my head back
And how carelessly..
Did I lose my crown...

I could never forgive myself
If I hurt you

My body is
Finally getting me
Back for all the things
I have ever put it through

A Thousand-Mile Poem with JAC

I've only ever
lived here
Unless you count
the dozens of
people I've ever called home.

*But then again,
Home
Never
Leaves you.

You get nauseous
She asks if you're okay?
And you say it's just the foot
And when she tries to make sure
That you're okay you smile and hug her
This is the most you've been touched in
Forever and you miss the warmth that
You get from him and you love him
And she can't know because he's
Technically not yours? But he
Loves you and he loves you
And he loves and loves
And you