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Roof tops, dancing,
she's all alone in her sun flower dress.
I'm caught romancing,
haven't given my best in quite some time.
Wanna fall through it all with her,
land on my bed, take off that dress,
and press my hips to hers,
our skin saying things
we can't with words,
wether we're soft, gentle,
or bound up with chords.
The shaking a shimmy,
to shrive off ill feeling, hate,
the gasps to capture
the musk given off by our heat.
We will collapse, panting,
entangling our feet,
everything else will fall off
like your sun flower dress,
black and yellow,
mellow,
mellow,
mellow...
Daniel Magner 2017
One perfect autumn day,
you stood under maples
in Northern Illinois, and there
was this kind of yellowness.

With compassion and technology,
you captured the light,
gave us an image,
gave us peace.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Living on the hurting side of lonesome
Miles past anything called fair
Ain't no need to question my devotion
For the man I love, because all burdens I will bare
Where did you go when I just kissed your lips a few days ago?
Now it seems I'm just wasting time.
A hundred miles of empty road
Worn out heart and lies of gold
Feel like I could just lay down and die
A million miles on the other side of lonesome
Years past any kind of plan
A thousand sleepless nights away from pain and
All I know is I could drink an ocean
of whiskey drenched sorrow if I can't see him again.
I just covered a hundred miles
Think I'll sit here now and drink my fill
Yesterday's gone with the wind and
Tomorrow's on its way again
To bring what it will
I kiss the bottle when I should be kissing him....
 Apr 2014 jennifer baldwin
M
You gave me these words in a dream I had. My skin and bones met with lime and cement and it seems that I could only bleed inside the places that I used to feel were home. I'll miss the view from this park bench with you, I can feel it in my throat. Take on the breezes that you're carrying and capture all the time you've shared with me, like my photographs in silver baths I took of you climbing trees in the heart of your hometown. I'll be swimming in the sound remains parading through my brain, you're the heart inside my memories and you live within my veins. And search the stars on which I wish for a new set of lips that aren't embedded with the taste of you from times we would kiss. "Keep your chin up" they say. And so I do.. each day, while I long for looking down to see my hands around your waist again. The clouds just move to fast to make out their shapes anymore and my eyes are sore from looking through blank pages I could disappear into until I fall asleep. I'll keep up with my promises, I said you'd never be alone and if I'd die before I wake up, all of me is yours to make your home.
Just stay right here and I'll help you find your way.
It's been three years since our birth filled with laughter, smiles, pain, and hurt. I spent the past year with you falling for the birds, and if all of this ends with my broken heart, I'll know that it was worth it. It would take all I have within to never see your face again. The only way I'll see the world is looking in your eyes, and I'll only watch the crescent moons when thinking of your smile. I'll never sail the currents that don't take me off my feet, and I'll never be the mountain coast until you are the sea. If fate brings you back my way through wrong turns on sunny days, I hope you'll hear this song and play it on repeat. Know I'll always love the letters put together that you've sent me, and I'll only love this poetry whenever you are my pen ink. You gave me these words in a dream I once had, it seems my skin and bones have met with the place they are meant to be, with you.
Find what you love and let it **** you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it **** you and let it devour your remains. For all things will **** you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
Why am I the happiest with
your hands around my neck

You have sharp teeth
and you leave indentions in my skin

I want to let you know that its okay
to want to crawl out of your skin

You awake with cracked bones
I chipped my jaw on your frozen over shoulder

I saw you digging in the backyard
Another hole to hide your growing secrets

I wonder when you will stop watering words
And start digging them up by the roots
 Dec 2013 jennifer baldwin
M
I'm sure right now you're thinking that this is the part where I confess all of the terrible things I've done and kept secret from you, but it's not. This is the part where I tell you that I stay awake, because either I've convinced myself that I cannot sleep, or I've given up on trying to convince myself I can do it without you. I play music to distract myself from you and I smoke because it helps me breathe again. Meanwhile I paint you for my ears every time I write, and I smoke because I hope it makes you mad, and I want you mad because I'd do anything to feel something from you again. I want to take all of the blame, because I always said that it didn't matter what you did, I will never leave you. I don't care if it's a mistake, it can't be, but even if it was, I wouldn't care. I make a million mistakes everyday and I'd be okay with waking up to you being my first. It doesn't matter to me how terrible we say we are together, because it'd be terrible with anyone else, and at least I'd get to be in love with you. And maybe I was angry, maybe I am angry, but ****** you're beautiful, and I'd blister and burn if it meant holding you. Partially because we both know how stubborn we are, and mostly because  we both know how bad we want the same things. I want you to know that I look like hell right now. I haven't been upset, but I haven't cared about the way I've been seen lately. So, I just continue to look like hell, and this is the kind of hell you always said was beautiful. I've stood in the cold for you before. The wind stung my ears, but It felt good because I could still hear your voice.
 Dec 2013 jennifer baldwin
M
Simply.
 Dec 2013 jennifer baldwin
M
You are beautiful and you don't even know it. You have no idea that you put the day inside of my day. I have a photograph of you that only I could hold on to. And love... Well, you can bet the dollar you'll last have that since the first time I knew nothing about you, I knew I'd love all the broken little pieces of what was you, and even if you're never whole, it'll only mean I'll love you in a million different seconds in a million different ways. Always.
 Dec 2013 jennifer baldwin
berry
i am every unfinished poem that sits in piles of crumpled paper by your waste bin and every crowded thought in the cranial space above your neck. i am every word that begs to be free from the tip of your tongue but remains just out of your memory's reach. i am comprised of the colors of sunrise but am more the mood of a sunset. i am the familiar  fingerprints on your favorite coffee mug. i am a wicker rocking chair on somebody's grandmother's porch. i am bite marks on your pencil and the crick in your neck. i am the vacant blurry buzz of an old television set. i am all of the places i have never been. i am lovers' names carved into summertime tree bark, promising "forever" - only to fall short of that promise by the time the leaves change. i am here. i am not where i belong.

you are the gravity that keeps my feet on earth. you are the atmosphere i breathe. you are the rain that feeds my soul & makes flowers grow. you are my revival and my revolution and the courage i kept hidden inside of closed fists for so long i formed crescent moons in my palms. you are an unstoppable fire that is burning me alive in the best way. you are the only rooftop i have ever visited that i haven't felt the urge to jump off of. you are the gentle hum and rumble of the washing machine i used to nap beside when i was a little girl. you are the creaky wooden swing in my backyard where i sat for countless hours and smoked and cried and pondered. you are all my favorite odds & ends bound together by my wildest dreams. you are sometimes so beyond my understanding, that i wonder when i'm going to wake up; and if i ever did find out that you were just a dream, i would bang on heaven's gates and plead with god to let me sleep. you are there. i am here, you are there.

one of us needs to move.

- m.f.
The poem starts now.

I'm sixteen and I've had a fake I.D since the 8th grade, but please don't judge me just know all of my nights have ended great but when I wake up it's the process of forgetting what I don't wanna remember.
I'm sixteen and I am not Mary.
I said
I'm sixteen and I've poured my heart out in mostly all of my poems, I've admitted to having *** with boys just so I could feel like I was something not just a chunk of unneeded space.
My best friend used to tell me that she always keeps an extra pregnancy test just in case she feels pregnant again.... Yes she said again.... She's only sixteen.. And after that last abortion you would think she would have stopped having *** with twenty year old boys who tell her she's ****. My best friend is only sixteen.
......We talked about making our Wills one day... Sometimes I feel like my time is coming... I'm only sixteen....

This is the ending of the poem...
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