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 Dec 2014 jls
Jade Massey
The Family
 Dec 2014 jls
Jade Massey
Vanishing into shadows
Goes Father Sun.
Rising above all
Is Mother Moon.

Moon's Children rise
As brilliant
Stars.
Together, they watch
The darkened world.

Until Dawn,
When Father rises
As Mother and Children
Take to their beds.
 Dec 2014 jls
Amelia
a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

dear percocet,

i love you, destroy me.
leave me breathless, leave me light
rip the inhibition away along with my sadness,
you are a highway full of toll roads  i'll never get off of
with a very clear, dark destination
(you're worth it)
someone on the internet said that love is defined by sacrifice

what wouldn't i give?

"Percocet can slow or stop your breathing. An overdose can be fatal."
 Dec 2014 jls
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
 Dec 2014 jls
Ember Evanescent
There is a very large difference
Between critiquing something
And bullying someone
Critiquing helps a poet grow
KINDLY suggests new ideas
The poet could consider
But in reality
Someone's critiquing
Is not necessarily "the right way"
Because NO poet
Is superior
To others
So any critiquing
Is allowed to be accepted
Or ignored
That is up to the poet
Who is being critiqued
And they are perfectly within their right
To ignore the critiquing
Or to listen to it
And anyone
Is within their right
To RESPECTFULLY
Critique another's work
(Unless they specifically ask them not to of course, some just write for themselves and to express emotions, not to grow as a poet and that is perfectly okay.)
BULLYING
Is critiquing another
IN AN UNKIND FASHION
in a self-important, cruel, egotistical, pathetically self-righteous fashion
Critiquing
SHOULD NEVER
hurt another's feelings
Or harm their emotions
There is no such thing as "too sensitive"
You are not allowed to judge anyone else
For their level of sensitivity
That is not for you to analyze
And that just makes you
A horrible pathetic MEAN person
If you have hurt them
It is YOUR FAULT
even if you didn't mean to
and honestly, I have been at fault before for that too
but it is then YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
to fix it
to try to apologize
to explain what you meant in a kinder way
and recognize
your opinion
which you are entitled to
but your opinion
is not the only one
and it is not necessarily RIGHT.
I have read some comments that are horrible and pathetic and just plain CRUEL

Example of bullying:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/978695/the-poetic-message-i-was-going-to-send-fourth-to-steel-before-he-blocked-me-like-a-coward/
 Dec 2014 jls
Emma Kolditz Jensen
cigarettes may ****,
blades hurt,
and ***** burns,
but it makes me feel alive,
and I will rather be alive,
than just another living shell,
sitting straight on a shelf,
like a plastic toy.

(e.k.j.)
 Dec 2014 jls
IrieSide
An old man in blue suspenders
gazed down at his wife
who had just slipped away
in this hospital

Her last breath was taken
at 2152, documented by doc’s writing
what started with chest pain
ended in this dimly lit room

The old man looked up at me
gravity pulled a tear to his shoe
I blinked, the room began to spin

The old man
in blue suspenders
then calmly said,

"As I look down at her wrinkled face
and thin lips,
I can vividly remember the day
our friendship began

Her eyes were full of life
her red lips plump,
her smile made my heart
brew emotions that wouldn’t pass

We talked about these things
that made life seem so right

She was my best friend.

Now here lies her peaceful face
washed away and pale
death has finally taken her
as it will me

But those moments,
those moments of life
the bliss and her youth
live on immortally

she’s still there in my mind
that young girl,
with fire in her eyes."
 Dec 2014 jls
Andrew Durst
I hope you
remember
that
somewhere
along
the
lines,

I  
was
there.
 Dec 2014 jls
Andrew Durst
Beauty.
 Dec 2014 jls
Andrew Durst
Reveal your
burdens
to me
and I will
do my best
to show you
that even
they
have
beauty.
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