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 Mar 2015 AFJ
Emily Rene
We were victims of the night,
the chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass & faded light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
bound to get together
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened
We took the floor and she said,

"Oh, don't you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me"
I said, "You're holding back"
She said, "Shut up & dance with me"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Oh, oh, oh,
shut up & dance with me"

A backless dress & some beat up sneaks,
my discotheque, Juliet teenage dream
I felt it in my chest as she looked at me
I knew we were bound to be together,
bound to be together

Deep in her eyes,
I think I see the future
I realize this is my last chance
She took my arm,
I don't know how it happened
We took the floor & she said,

"Oh, don't you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me"
I said, "You're holding back"
She said, "Shut up & dance with me"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Oh, oh, oh,
shut up & dance with me"
Walk the Moon
Life is important.
I know it's stressful.
I know it's hard.
I know it's upsetting...
But! It's yours.

I'm a pacifist,
I don't believe that violence is the answer,
You only live this life once,
So why waste it, ruining others?

Say no to Violence, respect life.
 Mar 2015 AFJ
Ainsley
1498 Miles
 Mar 2015 AFJ
Ainsley
Scent of your tears
Breaks through the night
Dreams of petrichor

Echos of “why”
Weave through my songs
Feigning dissonance

Polaroid mind
Faux amity
My hushed thirst for her

This estrangement,
Imperative,
Short of recompense
 Mar 2015 AFJ
Crucifix
I wish you knew my poetry about you. Maybe then you would know me too.
Words are hard to write. How the memory tend to bite. I once lost one I loved. Not a breakup.
I don't know how to make this a poem.
Nothing seams authentic if I try.
Its so hard to be "just the boyfriend."
They lost a daughter. I need to grive but its all out of place.
They say each kind of loss is equal but different let me tell you how mine went:
This little voice inside you starts poking a finger at you telling you her suicide was your fault. Then it jabs harder and harder until you want to die.
you run the scenario every ******* way you can but it doesn't help.
Because you were the boyfriend. You had one ******* job and you ******* it up. Be there. And you know what you know you were there. You know you were. So why does it hurt so bad? Because you were the boyfriend. You had one ******* job and you ******* it up.
Repeat that last paragraph about 50,000 times. While everyone else moves on.
2 years of my life. Made worthless without
her.
supposedly it gets easier right? It doesn't. It gets more manageable? Someday I just can't manage it.
I know this is me ******* and flailing my arms but I feel this is a better place then any to get it out.
Yeah. Look I really believe writing helps heal. I'm not really looking for help but I figure if Arlo Disarray is brave enough to put her pain down on words she can face. Maybe its time I did too. I don't know I just need to scream. My apologies if I offended anyone.
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