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 Oct 2013 Daniel McDougall
Nina
Warm, short lasting
and full of memories.

Your laugh, your eyes
and that unforgettable smile.

The photographs we took
left under my bed gathering dust.

I call you my summer
because just like that,

you were slowly disappearing
Your colours started to change.

You should know,
I have never liked summer.
 Oct 2013 Daniel McDougall
brooke
we aren't pretty
enough without
filters, we like our
faces better with
faux overtones
people like
us better with
faux overtones
but really we
just want to
be loved
in honest
to god


daylight.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Oct 2013 Daniel McDougall
jar
a few months ago,
you asked me: "What is love?"
As you can see,
it had taken me a long time to understand the question myself,
but I think I've finally come up with an answer.
Unfortunately,
the English language
has only one word to describe something that has limitless interpretations.
In Greek,
there are three words for the three basic types of love.
Eros;
lust.
This type of love
is when you find yourself doodling their name
on the inside of your history textbook,
dotting the I's with hearts
as if you are 13 again and you were just asked on your first date.
You chose that textbook
because it will be the only place no one would ever think to look.
You think about everything you would be far too shy to say or act in person,
making out in the back of a movie theatre
not caring who would walk past,
sneaking off away from your friends just to have two measly moments of what you both call "peace."
Most often,
this type of love is encased in "I love you"
only to obtain a certain goal.
Virginty,
a picture,
or even just one more night
of having them in your arms.
Eros is not authentic,
it is emphemeral.
Phileo;
Brotherly Love.
The friend you would drop anything for in a heartbeat to make sure of their wellbeing,
but also the neighbor you see from time to time watering their garden.
They ask you
to tend to their garden while they are away,
and you do it
even though you've never spoken more than a paragraph to the man
because it is what you believe is right.
This type of love is the devotion of time and energy without any promise of compensation in return,
purely out of the good of heart.
Phileo lasts as long as the people do.
The final type of love
is Agape;
unconditional love.
In religion,
we are guided
or pushed
towards showing this type of love towards the diety.
Yet, very rarely
it is shown towards a human being.
Unconditional love
is the ability to say so much with only uttering a single word.
I have experienced this love,
it is great pain
and great sadness
but the feelings of pain will never leave my lips
in case they are transferred to the person i wish to have the least pain.
This kind of love
is when it is not only enough that you think about them every waking moment but every slumber-filled one as well. You have hung up your needs at the front door along with the key to your heart and devoted yourself entirely to them,
even if they don't reciprocate.
They have been adopted by your body and taken the form of a vital *****.
If you do not
pay absolute attention
to them at all times
you will run into many problems.
You need to keep them running smoothly in order to stay alive and healthy,
because without them you are nothing.
You are a sorry sack of bones with a beating heart with no purpose.
Unconditional love is taking all the lessons you have ever learned
all the rights and wrongs you have finally learned the difference between and throwing them out the window.
It is the thin line between sanity and insanity,
heaven and hell,
and safety and danger.
You walk the rope
from building to building
without the promise of a net.
Unconditional love
is authentic,
but not emphemeral.
((Love *****, don't do it.))
Yes, I do still care about you.
Yes, part of me still loves you.
Then again how could I not?
I'm too invested in you to not.
You were the essence of my existence.
The reason for me to breathe.
I can't just wake up one morning,
Think how much I regret it all,
And take it all back,
Pretend like it never happened,
Or forget you completely.
You are, in a way, part of me.
Part of me that I can't lose.
No matter how much I want to.
No matter how painful it is.
I really care about you.
I love you, even now.
Then again,
*How could I not?
I still do love you. I hope you know.
 Oct 2013 Daniel McDougall
K J
Today I am
tired...
Today I am
weak...
Today I am
lazy...

Today I should
drink tea.
Today I should
work out.
Today I should
Complete something.

But today,
I really don't
want to.
I think today I
will just be.
I will be what I
am.

Some days,
(like today)
It's okay
It's okay to be
To be
tired
and weak
and lazy.

Today
I will be those things
But Tomorrow
I will be a new me.

— The End —