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 Feb 2019 Jay
 Feb 2019 Jay
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 Feb 2019 Jay
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
 Feb 2019 Jay
Emma Elisabeth Wood
the pull of the

the light of the

the beat of a

the becoming of

I trace the lines on
your back

as if they are a

to lead me to a
hidden land

the reach of an
arm away

how long are you going
to stay with me?



 Sep 2018 Jay
I saw your substitute today
Where the stairwell meets the fleeting hall
Passing me by, without a wave, without a smile
I saw your substitute today
But she wasn’t the same at all
Old theory. Every 4-6 years. Certain faces and types repeat. *nod*
 Sep 2018 Jay
Allen James
 Sep 2018 Jay
Allen James
Silly little wishes,
Fantasies and dreams,
Who but me to make them true?
Or so that way it seems,
Twice a day, a minute spent,
Begging my soul's master,
Oh I could count a thousand prayers,
Without a single answer,
Kneeling down on tender knees,
Beneath the mercy of a rope,
Wishful truth may set me free,
But the cruelest lie is hope,
So of these vacant, mystic promises,
I've grown weary and suspicious,
If I am God then God is dead,
And so are all my wishes.
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