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 Mar 2014 Daisy
Madeline
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 Mar 2014 Daisy
Madeline
i. in my dream, you ask me to connect your freckles with my 19 coloured pens. i create the constellations reflected in your eyes. you kiss me. i wake up.

ii. you ask me to play the bars of the same song that made us both cry and shiver on different continents before we knew each other. i leave the airport the happiest and the saddest i've ever been. happysad.

iii. you sing at 3 am at the back of the bus. i sit at the end of the same row. my head hurts from banging against the window while i try to look at the moon, instead of you.

iv. we sit on the tram and pretend to fix all your problems.

v. i sit up at 2 am and cry at my mistakes. i wonder if i make you the happysad you make me.
 Feb 2014 Daisy
Brianne
1) people will hurt you. Let it go. Forgiveness is key.
2) wearing a mask doesn't mean people can't see you (I learned this the hard way).
3) loving someone doesn't mean they have to love you back.
4) sometimes, you don't want to die. You're just afraid to live.
5) when your castle walls start to crumble, let them. The view is beautiful outside of them.
6) people are beautiful. Let yourself marvel at them.
7) loving yourself comes first. Forget the boy with the cigarettes.
8) a book can be the difference between a bad day and a good one. Always have one with you.
9) laughter truly is the best medicine.
10) don't be afraid to walk in the rain. It can wash almost anything away.
to remind myself on the bad days.
 Feb 2014 Daisy
Deana Luna
forgetful me.
i had forgotten.
forgotten that there was something in his lips. the longer i kissed him, the stronger the desire became. to find it.
find that secret he was hiding.
find the source of his power.
his confidence.
his tears.
so i could rip them out. rip out the *******.
anything that causes him pain.

i had forgotten the stars lining the outside of his lips.
forgot how each time i kissed him, they would rub off and seep into my spongey skin.
forgot how the sky would dim just to hear him speak.
the stars would rise just to light a stage for him.

a platform for him to kiss poems in my ear.


forgetful me.
i had forgotten the dirt under his nails left charcoal marks on my chest.
marks for everyone to see.
***** bodies that lit me up.
brighter than blonde.
forgotten about that scar. and this one.
and the lovely things he whispered between heavy breaths.
hands on either side of my hips.//either side of my *******.
yelling at me with his tears to let go of the apple cores and checkered floors.

the same struggle.


i had forgotten about his laugh. and the way he said my name.
the silliness of 4 am on new year’s eve.
or i guess new year’s day.

forgetful me. who suddenly remembered.
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