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 Jan 2015 alxndra
svdgrl
I lift my head ever so slightly,
snuggle back in.
When do we ever really owe ourselves?
And what?
Respect? A second chance?
Slumber is what we deprive ourselves,
or make bed-ridden with guilt,
when we should rejoice.
I am at peace when the phone is unimportant,
and I forget the day of the week.
Hell, this poem was perhaps my biggest feat.
But I'll tell you more, once I get some more sleep.
If everyone's always pretended to love you
Maybe you've learned to play along too.
 Jan 2015 alxndra
Jenni
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 Jan 2015 alxndra
Jenni
I wouldn't mind losing sleep over you quite so much
If you were here to share the sleeplessness

There are better uses for these hours
Than lying alone in my bed

I imagine there's room
For both of us

Let's see
#d
 Jan 2015 alxndra
Aerial McAdams
You're ugly.


No.

You’re the ugly one,

With scotch tainting your breath

And shaky hands.

Coming home late;

Yelling.



I promise.


Always.

Every time is a letdown.

Too bad you can’t fix broken promises

The way you can fix a sink;

Easily.



I'm a soldier.


Yes.

But bravery you lack.

You hide behind the bottle,

Liquid courage for a man

Who really has none

At all



I love you.*


Really?

You say as you pour another glass

And spout more nonsense

About how you wish

You never had kids,

ever
 Jan 2015 alxndra
SG Holter
My father gave me the
Last of his wine.
Thus leaving the rest of that
Habit behind.
His eyes, once blue like skies
Over sea,
Were grey with regret when
He gave it to me.
The older you grow, the
Better it sits,
The bitterness clouding both
Wisdom and wits.
I'm glad he won't know
How well I understand
How much the bottle can
Steal from a man.
If anything's off in your
Body or soul,
If angry or lonely or
Not feeling whole,
The first things to toss so your
Boat doesn't sink,
Are the barrels and bottles marked:
Too Much to Drink.
 Jan 2015 alxndra
SøułSurvivør
You know you are in love when

You go out for a great meal and nothing
On the menu appeals more than
His/her lips...

You are kissing him/her and
A tiger comes up to lick your
Hand (tasting?) and you don't
Even notice...

The thought of him/her
Sends a thrill through your
Entire body...

When you are around your
Other friends they tease you for
Being a bore because all you
Talk about is him/her...

You see him/her across the street
And rush headlong into
Oncoming traffic...

The mustache on her lip
Only serves to make you want
To kiss her MORE!

You love to run your fingers
Through his hair...
Even though he has more
On his BACK than on
His head!

It's been 20 years and the above
Is still true!
Can you add to this?
Please do! And repost!
The more love in this world
The better!
i find it kinda funny how the inuits have fifty words
for snow... yet there is only one word for "love" in English.
Oh yes there's different "love"
 Jan 2015 alxndra
Beebz The Queen
You can tell by my demeanor
My stiff body telling
It was only moments ago
That we were heatedly yelling
Maybe you see through me
You can tell how angry i feel
Somehow maybe you know
My facade isn't real
Maybe it's my movements
Or my icy stare
Or maybe it's on my sleeve
The emotions i tend to wear
I wonder if he realizes
He truly ****** up my life
He tells me to stay away from boys
But hes the one who cheated on his wife
But shes his ex now
His new wife a *****
It took him two months after divorce
It makes me wonder if shes rich.
As i continue to ramble
About how much i hate my dad
I'll take this time to mention
I really am just sad.
I need a counselor
So im told
Cause i might be insane
But late at night you wonder
Do i threaten their name?
I may be a hurting stranger
Im just another girl
But in my heated anger
I have lost my world.
I feel as if i am alone, because no one tried to understand me
 Jan 2015 alxndra
Tide Islands
We are islands, you and I,
two lonely islands at low tide.

we are separate, yet, in this sea together
through rain, or shine, or any weather

I see you across the ocean blue,
and I want to give my love to you.

i know your shores i'll never reach
but the waves carry my love towards your beach

You smile in the way that islands do,
and the winds bring your love back to me, too.

we've learned to be happy sitting here
but the tides are changing fast, i fear

I can't love you forever, only a moment in time,
because soon we will drown, come high tide.

forever is a long time anyway
and i'm glad to have known you, if only for a day

Please, don't be afraid when we sink;
there's less meaning in eternity than in a blink.

know that i love you as we drown
i promise it's alright that we won't be around

It's okay, because, one day, everyone's gone.
The ocean waves will continue on...

i send my love to you once more
and the water rises above our shores

We were islands, you and me,
two lonely islands drowned in the sea.*

© c.v. & J.E. DuPont
In case you were ever wondering why my name is Tide Islands on here,
this is it.
This is one of the only collaboration poems I have ever done in my life.
It's special to me because it was written by my fiance and I when we  were teenagers.
(I am italics, he's regular font.)
Today is the anniversary of his death:
January 19th.
I apologize for his grammar (it was kind of his style), and the fact that this poem isn't really all that good since we wrote it when we were young, but I can't really change it now that he's gone.
I wish I had a date on this one, but unfortunately, I don't.
I never wrote the date when I was younger, which I really regret not doing.
But yeah.
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