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 May 2013 Jay
FM
Drifting
 May 2013 Jay
FM
ever look up and see yourself drifting?
ever see what could be?
what road you could take,
what you could choose?

if you could choose would you choose me?
would you choose a light-heart that's been made heavy?
would you find a way to get rid of my burden?
or would you choose to leave?

would you find a way to escape?
or would you find a way to make us disappear,
to be alone,
just for a day?
or would you stay tucked behind the pages of your book to be alone
with the girl inside your mind?

when you find yourself drifting in and out of a conversation,
you're usually distracted.
most times its because you've just fallen for someone.

if you find yourself drifting,
see if you can find out why.
and if you uncover me,
you'll probably find me drifting as well,
because of you.

i'll be dreaming only of you.
love me in memories not yet made,
but will you dream of me too?
 May 2013 Jay
Sarina
nicotine
 May 2013 Jay
Sarina
When I met you, I stopped smoking
and began to paint my nails every weekend evening. I thought
you could ******* sadness as if it were your own
because I did not drink alcohol,
nothing could dilute it. It was always there on my tongue.
You had never smoked or drank or tried
to **** yourself, though, so you did not recognize
the acid and that hurt my feelings more than razors or erasers.

I was the first girl you slept beside,
you the first to kiss my eyelashes like smelling daisy stems
before I became conscious in morning sunglow.
Even December air had the inside of a lemon’s color.

And that was better than smoking or drinking or killing myself
or painting my nails mint green,
picking off the excess from my cuticles, without you.
 May 2013 Jay
Riianie Teroza
WHY?
 May 2013 Jay
Riianie Teroza
Why Love?
If you will end up brokenhearted
Why have Friend?
If it wont last forever

Why talk?
If everyone is not listening to you
Why Ask?
If they cant answer your question

Why Live?
If you will die in the end
Why Sleep?
If you will wake up again

Why Cry?
If there's no one will wipe away all you tears
Why Laugh?
If you just going to pretend that your happy

Why being Good?
If being bad can make everyone notice you
Why Trust?
If they will betray you someday

Why bother to go to School
If that place is so boring
Why Study?
If you don't learn anything

Why believe there's a Satan?
If hell is not close to being real
Why have Life?
If death can easily take that away

Why Write?
If your not going to read it
Why Read?
IF the writer of this poem is no longer exist
When I was in the start
of my mental illness problem,
I exhibited physical movements
which bothered me,
because I thought they
were crazy,
but now, some forty years later,
I realized
that what I was doing
was mental illness yoga,
which was the body's way
of trying to cure me,
and the first yogic movement
that I did
was rocking back and forth
as I was sitting,
so now
I have tried it
by synchronizing
my breathing
and my internal music
along with it,
and it becomes
very healing,
so my mentally ill mother
used to tap
her fingers
on her legs
one at a time,
so I have tried that
and synchronized it,
and a friend
used to pull down
on his sideburns
in a kind of stroking manner,
so that's a good one,
and another friend
stroked his legs
back and forth
just above the knees,
and that one is excellent,
so I move my legs
in opposite directions, fast,
back and forth,
and that one works well,
so I roll my head around
in circles,
and that actually is
a yogic practice
called head rolls,
and I move my head
back and forth, sideways,
like Stevie Wonder,
and that works great,
so I would suggest
that if you have
any kind of eccentric movements
like these,
to develop them
and turn them into yoga,
because it just might be
the answer
to many problems.
 May 2013 Jay
Chaz Kirshcmann
What I see is not
What you see
We both see differently
We somehow still see the beauty

I see Nothing matters
I see Subtle changes
I see life as a dream
I can see if your free

No Worries
No Hopes
No Dream
But yet everything comes to me

I write to tell
To help
Inspire and share
How I view the world

Because baby
I could never say this to you
It would destroy us
Just move on

Never hopeless
Passion keeps me going
Because when you have nothing
Passion seems like something

To live for.
 May 2013 Jay
Zachary
Everything is funny
especially when it's not
sad times they are a-plenty
bad times should be forgot

emotion is a feeling
attitude's a state of mind
confuse the two
as with the shoe
a bad feelings what you'll find

difficulty is to progress
as what's easy is to none
progressing less
brings bitterness
too much takes all the fun

Everything is funny
no laughter is misplaced
living your life for money
can't buy a happy face
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