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 Feb 2014 Daisy
Nat Lipstadt
For Helen
who wrote it first,
who wrote it better,
and in doing so,
makes me see more clearly
the why

~~~~~~~~~

no poem should ever be untitled
every face needs a name
every poem needs just
one read for completion,
but more than that, it is
a orphan still, deserving of,
due the
entitlement to be titled,
a parenting of sorts

what was the thought that born it
what was the emotion that conceived it
what was the sight that demanded sharing

this is the age of summary and synthesis,
140 and not one more,
so give direction, enable me to make
snap judgements, with so much on my plate,
we must predigest your concepts,
my multi-tasking slowed to levels unacceptable,
so I can adjudge you,
you worker poet,
before or never reading
after all,
why read anything untitled

more than this however,
for the few who chew
each morseled vowel,
ken each constant consonant,
celebrate stanzas that halt the breathing
and then,
god bless the whole child,
flaws and all,
they more than anyone deserve
your consideration in return

for the title is the essence spark
of you
and all the more so
of what you have
  chosen *to share
of your essentials
After I wrote this I stumbled on the far superior, righteously angry version

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/559624/i-refuse-to-read-a-poem-

An aside: growing up you read I was just called "The Brother."
Even today when some calls me by my first name, it is a sudden shocking to my system.
To write. With a pen that's now a key but doesn't open doors or windows or cars or lamps or trunks or diaries or mail boxes or homes or brains or hearts nor do they open mouths. Never did. What they could only do was help lean forward to destrucion and maybe chaos with all it's beauty and magnificence. Wonder what was beautiful and what was not. Confuse and mislead into paths not a living soul had ever dared to walk beneath - or through.
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Sarang
pieces of me
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Sarang
he broke me.
i never told anyone,
i taped and glued myself.
now that he too is broken,
my tape and glue stopped holding.          
i'm
b  
         r
           o
k            
             e
n
again.
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Chloe
I keep telling myself I deserve more than this...
more than him.

*but what the **** does that even mean?
 Jan 2014 Daisy
j
Dear Teenage Girls
 Jan 2014 Daisy
j
you don't need a boy
to pick you up when you are down
you have yourself

don't drown yourself
when you know how to swim

stay awake until you are tired
do not force yourself to sleep, or to stay conscious

if someone asks you how your day was
don't lie and say it was good, if it was not
they asked because they care

do not fear the indifference you feel
you are not numb to the whole world and it will pass

don't do anything unless you want to
this goes for ***, school, work and love

nothing in this world comes above your health
if it means failing a test, losing a job, or ending a relationship
do what you must to withhold your wellbeing

all bad things in moderation can be good
moderation is key here

love is never to be feared, nor is it to be abused
love is to be taken when needed
and given back when necessary

nobody can tell you how to live or who to love
nobody but yourself

if that boy you like
asks to take you out on a drive at midnight
and you don't think you can go, do it anyway
but stay safe

face the consequences of all of your actions
with dignity and pride

it's Friday night and the week has been tough
don't give up now
take a sip of  your parents' rosé wine
coat your lips in rouge
and love yourself
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Brianne
Words
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Brianne
I have heard "I love you"
In words like "don't forget your umbrella"
And "be careful on those steps"
And I'd like to tell you that I love you
In all those words and more
But you don't hear me when I try
So my voice has dropped in decimals
From screaming over the noise in your head
To whispering the words when you're asleep.
I've heard you can talk to the people in comas,
So maybe in your slumber you will hear me.
Be careful out there darling.
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Brianne
Walls
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Brianne
Tell your bedroom walls all the secrets you can think of.
They won't whisper them around when you leave the room.
Tell the walls because they won't mind if you lay around half naked, crying all day.
Your friends might.

Don't tell your friends your secrets.
Don't tell them about how you did something stupid in a Starbucks bathroom once
Or how you gave everything you had to a boy who lived too far away.

Don't tell those secrets to those girls,
The walls won't whisper but people will.
Maybe they'll tell everyone about how "she isn't a back door ******"
(Yes I know about that).
Maybe they'll just laugh behind your back about how big your *** is.
The walls won't though.

Tell your secrets to the walls of your bedroom,
Cover them with words and pictures and stay cradled in the safety of their embrace for as long as you can.
Walls won't tell secrets,
People will.
 Jan 2014 Daisy
Raymond Johnson
sometimes i feel that the reason the sun chooses to turn its back on this world and set and the reason that all light leaves is because you are not by my side and i miss you

every time the cool summer breeze steals from beneath barely cracked windowsills and disturbs my blankets i wish that you were there to fix them and to kiss me back to sleep

and when those summer breezes turn into hard winter winds i wish you were there to help keep me warm

your absence is the elephant in this room except this elephant has decided to sit squarely upon my chest
my every breath is labored and my hear aches for rest and for you

i miss you like puddles miss being part of the ocean

i miss you like a retired jet captain misses his deceased co-pilot

i miss you

these words are quickly becoming the only ones i remember how to say aloud and it is taking all of me to not scream them to the heavens

i am consumed by myself and my sorrow and all i can think is that i miss you.
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