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 Mar 2016 Jaded1
electroacidzxx
Today I realized,
how important it was
to value the little things
those little small tiny moments.
I'm not talking about moments with  friends or family,
or your significant others,
i'm talking about the little unnoticeable moments
that we all made
to..ourselves

from the moment the sun wakes us up,
to the way the sun shines it rays on our face,
and to the way we groan about how annoyed we are but than we thank the sun anyways
to the way we look at ourselves in the mirror just to give a peek on our morning face,
(we've always known how terrible we look but still we give it another chance, who knows, we might get lucky and look super incredible that morning)
and to the way we walk to the bathroom with our bathing towel on our left or right shoulder,
to the way our hip sway, from left to right,
when in the toilet, we took another peek of our morning face again , just to feed the hunger of our curiosity,
to the way we choose what to wear on that day.
everything single little things we do is beautiful
and what more do we need ?
 Mar 2016 Jaded1
Julia Quizon
Today, I am beginning
Only to end.
This body has blossomed in a field of green;
Has bled shades of red;
Stared at a horizon ablaze with yellow;
And now, this body will face
The bluest of skies.

Whether my skies are clear or
Consumed with droplets of rain,
I will always end up seeing
Nothing but blue.

Nothing but 10 shades of blue,
Until I see another sun set
Until a palette of colours are
Painted on the horizon
Until stars are forced to form constellations
Until a beginning of
A new morning.

But one day, my new mornings
Will not consist of
The bluest of skies.
There may be a hint of pink,
a touch of purple,
or a sliver of orange.

And that's okay.

Because weather forecasts were not meant
To only be clear blue skies and
Colours were not meant to have
Only one shade.

Blue possesses a fading beauty
Now unappealing
But never forgotten
It is THE last set of my own primary colours -
green, red, and yellow.
Once I set down this
Familiar brush dipped in
blue paint,
I will start anew with a
Fresh set of colours.

A clean canvas once again.

Today, I am ending
Only to begin.
thank you to my two best friends for pushing me to write again.
#smole
~    
        All the poems I write
     are
just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.
 Mar 2016 Jaded1
Mishy Kim
031916
 Mar 2016 Jaded1
Mishy Kim
031916
The day I fell in love with you all over again.
The day we danced our hearts out.
The day you met my parents.

Don't let me go
I said
I won't
You said

How beautiful is it that we
Were just friends
Telling our stories

Now
I decided I want to spend
The rest of my life
With you

031916
Everything was a blur
But the only thing I remember is
Us
On the dance floor
Me
Crying
You
Infront of me

While this was happening
My body felt refreshment
A wave of renewed love
That made me come back to you
At the end of the day

This was the best night of my life.
 Mar 2016 Jaded1
Exhale Your Mind
I am black coffee with curves of sugar.
I am a spoon of chocolate
I am soul food
I am a wombed man
The rib of an african king
The golden crown of the cosmos.

I am full moon or a sunset
I am light,
I am a spark,
a flame,
a bonfire,
I am fire works.

I’ll leave traces of smoke in your nostrils.,
Just so you’ll recognize my presence when you’re seeking me.
I’ll shelter myself between your veins just to make your heart beat a little faster.
I am the revolution of love.
I am a silenced desire.
Keats may’ve died of consumption
And Dante in his personal hell
But no one ever died of a broken heart
Or so I’ve heard them tell

Shakespeare’s mortal coil had shuffled
And Byron could a-rove no more
But no one ever died of a broken heart
Of that much they are sure

All of Auden’s clocks had stopped
Dickinson felt death in her brain
But no one ever died of a broken heart
Though it’s heavy as a ball and chain

Blake had entered Jerusalem
For Carroll, Wonderland beckoned
But no one ever died of a broken heart
Yet I wish I could any second

Miss Rossetti’s winter was bleak
Thomas raged into that good night
But no one ever died of a broken heart
At least not without a good fight
I've left it quite vague but I intended the final line to read as a triumph over pain rather than a surrender to it.
 Jan 2016 Jaded1
Tupelo
Untitled
 Jan 2016 Jaded1
Tupelo
Some days I want to hold you forever,
Others all I can do is think about the skin
underneath your clothes
 Nov 2015 Jaded1
Robyn
Knowing
 Nov 2015 Jaded1
Robyn
I hear Jesus here.
In this radio - penetrating the holy silence.
In the little girls yelling - playing cards games to celebrate a birthday.
In my boyfriend's frustrated puffs of breath - as he wrestles with homework.
I feel Jesus here.
In the warm air - the ovens heating the frigid Seattle weather.
In the pillows - holding my head up, like the air up above water.
I know Jesus here.
I know Jesus.
I know.
He Knows me.
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