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 Jul 2014 HS
Julia
You
 Jul 2014 HS
Julia
You
This poem
I think to myself
as my shaking hand takes to the page,
Will be about the day my father left,
my first day of college,
or even the way my hands shake when I write.*
I write six words,
scratch out seven more,
and continue until I notice
i'm left with
a sloppy "i
           still  
    need
        you."
(again).


even when my poems aren't about you, they're about you.
 Jul 2014 HS
J
.
 Jul 2014 HS
J
.
We couldn't go back
               Even if we wanted to.
 Jul 2014 HS
Dhaye Margaux
When you love someone,
You will always think
Of his happiness, not yours
Yet his happiness is also yours
And all things that would make him happy
Will make you happy, too.

When you love someone,
You will always hear
Your heart saying, "I love him.
I will do anything for him."
Even if some things would mean
Your own heartbreak...
Unconditional...
 Jul 2014 HS
E. E. Cummings
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

—turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
 Jul 2014 HS
E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
 Jul 2014 HS
k
Untitled
 Jul 2014 HS
k
in my dreams
i kiss you so hard
i wake up
breathless
 Oct 2013 HS
k
jumbled mess
 Oct 2013 HS
k
you used to be inspirational,
sensationally inspirational
in fact quite incredibly
the perfect source of
my originality
my imagination
you made words spew out
and run wild across
page after page of
passion
agression
angst
and intensity
mixed beautifully
in our perpetually
corrupted perfection.
but you've lost
your magic
your ability to make my
fingers scatter across
page after page
you've begun to
stifle and
suffocate
simply ******* the life
out of my
passion
agression
angst
and intensity
destroyed and crumbling
into bland pieces
of unoriginally
insignificant
nothingness.
 Oct 2013 HS
Sharina Saad
Love
 Oct 2013 HS
Sharina Saad
Is it love
the racing of a heart beat
when she's around
then out of breath
and slumber in thoughts
of what might have been said
but a little late
in the sweltering heat
of a midday rush hour
missing her starting gun
and yearning for her finishing line.
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