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Gone with my sanity
The love that we had
Out with the good
In with the bad
Something has gone
Someone has bled
Someone's alive
And I'm the one dead.
It's become a reoccurring theme in my day to day life; everything is awful.
No Eating
Maybe its a burger
Maybe its a sandwich
Maybe its a hotdog
slashed in the red circle

No Drinking
Who is really
so fancy
they would bring a cup of tea
with a saucer to class?

No Smoking**
I prefer not to smoke indoors
anyway,
The smell never leaves
The air becomes stale causing lungs to heave.
The No eating,drinking, smoking sign in classrooms have ridiculous pictures
© February 6th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
Unfortunately it did not last and all was brought to an end. I did the things I did before I was deep within.
In love with you this is true but you were not with me, so I was left out in the dark to discover infidelity.

This is that story:
Pulling away from me he did and I did not know what to do. I tried and tried and tried but could not get through.
A wall so strong nothing could ever penetrate it, not even the truth from my mouth that I could save myself from it.
The "it" I speak of was the actions I took to feel complete knowing deep down they were all temporary.The thought of another caressing my body was there but soon after I took action and became ensnared.
My heart desires were so unfulfilled and I could not understand train of thoughts or if they were even real.
His hand grabbed me close and my eyes lit up like fire for the flesh I was giving was to burn up with desire.
Naked I was on top of another man while mine lie asleep just in the next room unaware of selfish cans.
I can do this and not feel bad because of our constant bickering but that was false and the body became tainted my hands were so sticky. Sticky with the guilt that I let another defile me the way that you use to do, only it was right because you were mine and I belonged to you. Where did we go wrong this I do not know but the flesh is speaking and the bed is squeaking so please just let me go. Let me go be with the ones that do want me. The many hands that graze my chest and grab my **** is countless to the naked eye but the naked body remembers the input of those whom were let in and some how I choose to die. Die a little inside for this is all new to me, to cheat on the man I love with more than one company. And now you have moved on and my heart is broken in two for it was you whom held it all along now i don't know what to do.

I disrespected and betrayed your trust but you played your part too so I say this last line in the remembrance of you.
I forgive you and I forgive myself for a grudge is not healthy whenever you realize the power of lust only then will you see.

Blessed be.
If you love someone don't be afraid to show them that you do and DO NOT let petty things come in between the two of you. A heart is a hard thing to mend when you have been hurt by love so save yourselves the trouble and just LOVE each other through the good and the bad. Communicate and build that communication to new heights.

A love lost is another reborn.
26 angels have arrived for orientation
Taken from the world without hesitation
Heaven is a little more crowded:
There’s a place already prepared
At least tonight those who’ve passed,
Will rest in God’s care

Buried under heartbreak, Newtown still stands
Worlds changed, for this kid and the next
“Kids, 2 +2 is…” BANG -
Children were unable to protect,
Themselves or their friends

Gunshots filled the air
Instead of love that should be there

Flags at half-staff, leave us half-hearted
Soo many, like too many,
Will spend their Christmas
With families torn apart
And no New Years resolution
Can make up for the inhuman execution

May we ever look to love unconditionally.
My greatest empathies go to those in Newtown, CT. Lives have been irreversibly altered, and in the words of President Obama, "our hearts are broken."
If you ever asked me what I thought of you
I would tell you
I would tell you I’m obsessed with you
I dream about you every night
And every day
I write poems about you
I post them online
And hope that someone will like them
So I’ll feel less like a loser
I would say it like it was a joke
Dripping with sarcasm
‘Cause sometimes the best lie is the truth
 Feb 2013 Jaelin Rose
MoMo
First off I am the ****.
I slap ******* in Target
and steal them electric carts
to get away from the popo
I start low speed chases
down sidewalks on three wheeled motorcycles.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.

I am the ****.
I start bar fights
with pool cues
and hit ****** with beer bottles.
I throw rocks
through car windows.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.

I am the ****.
I threaten Subway employees
with my ******* gun
while Suge gets mani-pedis.
I get my motherfucckin' sandwich anyway.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.

I am the ****.
I got fo kids and I keep my guns in a box.
I smoke ****.
It aint a drug.
Its something you smoke when you want to feel good.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.
We build bridges.

Like links of hope

between strangers

who wish to have known each other better.

Like ways to write a letter

even if we are lost out and within the sea

when she is not so calm.

Waves break against my edges.

Solid, crash filled, and lighter than none.

When the stillness is all we are after

I clutch to the shipwrecks we made;

shifting through memories

and trying to find anything that still matters

left floating on these scattered life raft tatters.


Way out, away from the centering moon

I call to you

between dark waves and

stretched out in all ways and directions

with every bit of space for breath I have

just to see if you will long for me;

bent breaths with loose lungs expand and

Call to me, just to tell me,

“I Love you too."

Because that’s all it takes to pull me through

the icy shadows that lunge for me.

Part the space between the waves and run for me

so that I can watch the sunset

ignite spirit and burst fire in your eyes;

a cosmic light to burn through the lies.

Again for the last time.

Until the next time

you come home to my lips

and the way they crash waves with yours.

Enough that we build bridges

to find our way back to the shores

that made us wish so much for the ocean.


Right now,

I’m acknowledging the fact that

I may be just some dock that your heart can find home in for a little while.

While you’re in the gravity of my soul

Like the tides our lips pull together.

Far away from forever,

but I know it for a measure,

in your cyclical return...
 Feb 2013 Jaelin Rose
Jeremy Duff
A name
                A face
                              A memory
                                                 Or Two.
                                    No life
                  No story
No hope.
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