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Apr 2013 hello

Try Not to Remember This

Apr 2013 hello

Kimberly Clemens

Try Not to Remember This

Here's to the moments
No one wants to remember
Because those moments
Are usually the ones
We remember the most.

Apr 2013 hello

Dear Crush,

Apr 2013 hello

Kimberly Clemens

Dear Crush,

Does it ever occur to you
That your face appears in
My thoughts and dreams
And everything in between?

Or should I assume
That like my silly humor,
You just think of me like a joke
And nothing more?

Do you believe in us,
Or is the thought so absurd
That it would only pop up
In your head as sarcastic nonsense?

Could it really be only me
That feels these feelings,
Or are you hiding them
Like an elementary school boy does?

Am I only wasting my time
Wistfully dreaming about you-
Or are you
Secretly dreaming of me too?

Apr 2013 hello

What

Apr 2013 hello

Ranita

What

I am not perfect
I love, I hate
I help, I cry
And now
I
Feel
Nothing

Apr 2013 hello

summary of the day: a point-form poem

Apr 2013 hello

samasati

summary of the day: a point-form poem

the sun oozed under my eyelids until I couldn’t keep them shut any longer

I laid there and heard the silence of my house in the morning

there were birds and they sung songs that made me feel heartsick

I didn’t have a hangover

Sam told me, in the most nonchalant way, that he spoke about me to someone I deeply admire and they like my music

first time I watched Tangled and I wanted to punch the mother in the face but I couldn’t because she is a cartoon

Lyra and I both had tender tummies and painted our nails like a rainbow

baths are beginning to feed into my sick games of numbing myself

blatant malnourishment

brash abandon of my self-worth

my mind wobbled over to the fact that someone I deeply admire likes my music and that I must be more noticeable than I think I am

maybe that’s not true though

I swear my dog died about ten times today

I am a plant and this couch is my ***

Am I noticeable?

when I eat too much and feel bloated, I just pretend that I’m pregnant and sometimes even talk to my stomach as if there was a fetus inside of it

I don't think many people do those kinds of things when they're alone

a french accent is beginning to fit me better than an english one, like finding an old dress in a closet and surprising yourself in the mirror

I talked to myself all day because - loneliness

Apr 2013 hello

Tonight I'm Free

Apr 2013 hello

Sydney Victoria

Tonight I'm Free

The Purple Veils Of Twilight Slithered Into The Sky,
Over The Sleek Surface Of The Stream Stars Tango,
Nighttime Prayers Skim Whisps Of Navy Clouds,
In The Reflection Of His Eyes I Found Myself,
Gracious I Let His Soul Sing Me A Sacred Lullaby,
Holding On Tight To Every Word I Wished To Say,
To Every Single Bit Of Beauty I Relished In The Stars

I** Soulfully Sang To The Robins Song At Dusk As The,
Moon Slowly Arose From It's Daytime Slumber

Fields Of Dreams Spread Before Me, As I Slept,
Reminiscing In A World Of Beauty As The,
Evergreens Whispered In My Sleepy Ear, One Last,
Evening Melody, One Last Evening Prayer

Trying To Overthrow My Writers Block

Apr 2013 hello

Love

Apr 2013 hello

ashley

Love

Being in love is something not many people
will ever get the chance to experience.
That's how rare it is.
But that doesn't mean it's not powerful,
despite it's rarity among individuals.

But I can tell you.
I can tell you what being in love really feels like.

Actually, that's a lie.
And anyone that tells you that
obviously hasn't been in love;
because being in love is one
feeling that cannot be described.
It's just something amazing and incredible
and beautiful
that we feel - if you're lucky, of course.

But let me try my best
to tell you how it feels.

Being in love
feels like a thousand
butterflies taking flight
in your stomach.

Once you've found that person
you want to be with forever,
you'll know.
You won't have any doubts
or second thoughts
because in your heart,
you'll just know.
And that's when it becomes
impossible -
absolutely impossible -
to picture life without them
by your side,
smiling up at you in the early hours of the morning,
being there for you when you need it most.

Seeing your significant other,
even being in the same room as them,
makes your heart swell with joy.
And if you think just the sight of them
is amazing,
wait until you get time alone with them.

Every single inching second
seems like a gift,
yet it doesn't seem like enough.
Just imagine lying down in bed
with them, watching their chest
rise and fall,
feeling their eyelashes
flutter against your lush pink cheeks,
or being wrapped in their
gentle inviting arms.

Or what about
the feel of their cool fingertips
against your cheek,
across your neck,
entwined in your hair.
Think about all the power
and magnificence a single kiss can hold.

Being in love
is something i never thought i would experience,
not in a million years.

But now that it's
happening,
I can't picture what life would be like
without him.
And maybe that's a dangerous thing.
Maybe that'll be out to get me one day.
But it could be an amazing thing too -
spending the rest of your life
with that one special person.

The one that
you can truly,
with all your heart,
say that you love.

a.m.

Apr 2013 hello

Bugs

Apr 2013 hello

Ann Beaver

Bugs

This lace is loud--
a loudly changing mound
Stuffing the guts
Through tiny cuts
Of my bright bugs;
And your hugs
Keep them crawling.

I want to tell you.
I went to tell you.
Strange how I can
Find the words
Only when it's too late.

The bugs may
Be exterminated today.
But through the emptiness,
It's complete mess,
I try hard not to stare.
I try hard not to care.