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 Jan 2015 Jasmine Marie
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 Jan 2015 Jasmine Marie
R
there is a constant happiness flowing from my lips: where did it come from ?
I love it
throw me to the wolves;
but at least wolves are loyal to their own pack.
want some  ice.
The thing is
falling seems to imply
something accidental,
something unexpected--
I didn't fall in love,
I ran head first, with the
intention that this would hurt less
than a brick wall.

It hurt a little more than that.
It's a good kind of hurt?
All I leave behind is lipstick marks,
and traces of perfume--
but never do I leave my heart
or things for future doom.
The past me, before I settled down. A little Breakfast At Tiffany's esque
 Jan 2015 Jasmine Marie
Jeanette
We stood at the foot of Elephant Mountain
looking at scattered pieces of metal
illuminated by the blinding sun,
they stood out in the green grassy hill
reminding us with every glimmer how much it really hurt.

A government official tried to convince you
that that was all that was left of the people you love.
He was a liar, we both know that.

You took a seat on the ground, on a bed of rocks and dirt.
It seemed so appropriate so I joined you;
In times like these there is no where to go but down.

I begged the god I often ignore
for direction for the first time in years,  
I searched my memory for every or any wise words I've ever
heard my mother or father speak.
Nothing, absolutely nothing came to mind that would actually matter.
I guess that nothing really matters when faced with death.

so there I sat on the ground
trying my best to hold you
as you tried your best to hold yourself together

I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am so sorry.
This poem is a poem I wrote for my Boyfriend, who lost his parents in an airplane accident.
Egg
A simple shape to hold the world.
As hard to hold as light and warmth,
The life that lives inside a shell so brittle.

Crack it open and steal its worth.
Take the gold that held the sun's light
Scatter the pieces of sky
Crush the life that lived inside

An ant has no quarrel with a boot it seems
And dreams weren't meant for life with out wings
So clip the feathers before they form
Take the bird and don't let it grow

This world is a terrible place
Yes, this world is a terrible face.
Better to die than grow in times gone lean
What difference does one sphere make?
V
Is for ventriloquist,
Hitting marks I didn't know exist
Id
I dummy.
S'like comparing paper to cedar trees
You seemed to've stumped me.
Fist bump V!
^-^
To the Ice Queen
Killing all reasoning at once,  he fell in love with a distant star
to merge with him,by any means, she too started a suicidal fall,
as they swung,in space, light years raced alarmingly between them
their hope eternal( tragic, thought others) became,the light they are.
what makes the spirit survive, even when everything seems dark
with every word you spoke it felt as if I was falling for you deeper,
and deeper
I had fallen so hard that I had almost forgotten what is was like to stand up on my own two feet again

you seemed not perfect, but just like you had minimal flaws
and I didn't understand how a person could be so beautiful,
everywhere
beautiful in the way they speak, in the way they love, in the way they subconsciously carry themselves
but you're not so beautiful anymore
and I'm shivering and trembling at the fact that I hadn't fallen in love with you as a whole
I had only fallen in love with
a small,
discreet,
part
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