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It’s been three and a half months since we last spoke,
really spoke, not just guilty hellos
and scattered half-hearted pleas
And it’s not you, it’s never you
it’s me it’s me it’s me,
but you love
me
you love
me
you love
me

And my head has forgotten what it feels like,
but I know my heart is safe with you

Because you’ve never stopped chasing after me
and I’m tired of looking at my feet, telling myself
I’ll be okay without you, trying to navigate
through a thick forest at night,
pretending I don’t have matches at
my fingertips

You are the only thing
that has ever made me feel truly whole

I’m sorry I’ve kept my eyes shut so tight,
but I’m here now and I love you and I miss you

And I don’t want to keep living
like fragments of a person anymore

I’m Yours.
Let us all share a laugh.
Fake it good.
Force it through your anger.
Father God, was it worth the trouble?
Crush it all.
Grind it into rubble.
Are you scared?
"scared of you? Hah, not even close!"
Really? I am....
"What kind of ******* is scared of himself? That doesn't make any sense!"
swords clash
The kind that knows what they're capable of when they no longer have restraints....
 Dec 2014 Hannah Jade
DC raw love
When I was a young boy
they said i'm only getting older

but how was I to know then
that she'd be crying on my shoulder

put my money in a big house
get myself a pretty wife

she'll collect my life insurance
when she connects me with a knife

Somebody get the doctor
I'm feeling pretty poor

somebody get the stretcher
before I hit the floor

Cinderella save me
I lost my job, they kicked me out of my house

Everybody's got opinions
but nobody's got the answers

and the **** i ate for breakfast
well it'll only give me cancer

i’m running in a circle
running to the morning light

i ain't quite workable
it's been one hell of a night

somebody get the doctor
I think I'm gonna crash

never paid the bill
because I ain't got the cash

Cinderella save me
 Dec 2014 Hannah Jade
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Dec 2014 Hannah Jade
MKF
They tried to bury us my dear
But they didn't realize that we were seeds
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