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I still love
dousing
your sweater
in oceans of grey
spilling potion on the
sleeve
making it smell of me
wearing it to sleep
each time I don it
I drain a little more
of you
out of my
memory
Daniel Magner 2013
Why must I
pay
to live on the planet
I was
born
on?
Daniel Magner 2013
Nothing,
Has been,
Going right for me,
I've been,
In London,
Trying to figure out who I'm meant to be,
I'm breathing in smoke,
Laughing till I choke,
I've been wondering why people are hung up,
on the life I lead

As I get out of bed,
I think it would be better,
If I layed there instead,
Of facing those demons,
Stuck inside of my head,
If only,
I was happy,
If I was happy,
Those demons wouldn't taunt me.



~ d.a
this poem i wrote when i was suffering depression and battling a sevre eating disorder so it means a lot to me and i hope you can relate to it :)
 Oct 2013 jennifer baldwin
brooke
i'm trying
so hard to
be someone
(c) Brooke Otto
 Oct 2013 jennifer baldwin
M
I still move clouds, I chalk my hands and wipe their sorrow from your way. I still wait on that same hill to be the first to see you open your eyes to let the sun warm the water. In most thoughts I am aware of your absence, you've smiled for someone else. And in most thoughts, I know you still are. The hardest happiness I'll ever know is this: You will always exist in me. Your housing cheeks, giving shelter to your pillow lips. Your tear drop prisms always led me straight to them, so close, when our noses touched, I'd melt. Satin for fingers, entwined, and the taste of ecstasy was all over you. I ran my breath from your peace shaped collar bone to your perfect hips and I locked my hands. I lined your entire body with my punctured lips leaving and taking pieces of you and I on every inch of what held us together. And then, I kissed you once, and then again, and you quaked and I let you, and I couldn't look away from you. My eyes were fitting, the shape of the rest of my life laid in front of me, a space that without you, will remain so, darling.
Here I was, watching your body and breath keep you here with me. You radiated, filled with lavender and I stroked your hair aside to burn an image to the back of my lids. I hope I die with them open.
 Oct 2013 jennifer baldwin
M
4:34 am
 Oct 2013 jennifer baldwin
M
It's 4:34am. I woke up from a dead sleep because I was dreaming, of you and I. We were happy... Then we walked and another joined us and we ran into a bag of cutlery, and I had to ask... Why are these here, you? It makes no sense.. I just needed to know... You rolled your eyes to him and shook your head. I just wanted to know, how could you? That hurt, how could you? And you smiled and I, well, I just took an arrow through my sternum. That heart stopping, "the next breath is the hardest" type. And so I left, running the streets I knew most. I was alone, it was 1:30 in the morning, too late to wake anyone to comfort me, but I did find a few soft seconds. I know what this stands for. Standing in a lot parallel to the place that haunted and housed me when I was young, but why were the clouds so bright... Why in this particular moment can I see everything? I of course expected and received no answer. I made my way back to where I had left you, and I saw you from a distance. The three of you walked towards the alley of the old car wash, which I assume was towards home, and you kissed in spite of me. You laughed because you knew that had crushed me and you knew I wouldn't do a thing because I was afraid to make another mistake, so I took it. And I said "I can't believe you" in a whisper, but you heard it as if I had yelled it anyway, and all you said was "What? I left the door unlocked." But you did this for me, not because you wanted to, but because your heart was filled with pity for me, and God, was I pitiful. I am. This is the moment I knew you would never love me the same.. And you seemed so happy with your present and you were able to watch my soul shattered, and just keep walking. So, I let you go because I promised I would, and I met a nice woman. She talked to me as she helped her three children get ready for school, and so I helped her because she looked like she needed it. I tried to keep it as short as possible because the only thing I wanted was to make it back to those few seconds of comfort I had found earlier, but I never made it. I took a few steps, looked at the sidewalk meeting my shoes, and then, a note from an entry of mine, I said "Please, if I die right now, I hope I die with my eyes open, because all I can see is her when they close." I don't know who I was speaking to, anyone maybe.. But these were my last words before I made it here, to this page. I had an overwhelming weight within my torso, and tears had already invited them self before I woke. That hasn't happened since I was a child. I had a dream of me floating outside of the earth, and it looked beautiful, but my mother was gone, and I guess I just couldn't stand the thought of living in a world that she didn't exist in, and even worse... When I woke in tears I couldn't run to her bedroom and hold her, because she didn't care. She was just the closest I've ever had to care, so I stayed alone, curled into the ball that I'm so familiar with, and held myself until they were gone. As I will now. I wanted to pray to never dream of you again because I can't take my heart breaking anymore, but I didn't pray, because dreaming is the only way I get to see your face anymore. Forever, I'd sooner tear out my own heart and smash it, before I gave up the few seconds of you that are still mine.
I miss you, and love...  well, I love you in these words, in your song, in art, even my dreams. I love you in every way I know how. So much, that I refuse to give up my nightmares, just for the short seconds of being with you.
 Oct 2013 jennifer baldwin
M
I really appreciate all of the feed back that you've given me. I hope this book actually goes somewhere. All of my inspiration comes from one woman. She's a talented writer herself. She's real. Very real. Her words may not make you feel beautiful reading them, but you will feel it. She writes about the way people make her feel, including me. I'm not beautiful I portray the things she's put in me. I owe this all to her. Jennifer Baldwin. She is wonderful. I really want to be successful as a writer. Any and all feedback is appreciated. I will write for a year and hopefully have a piece of amazing literature, with your help of course, at the end. Thank you again, Jennifer, all of you.
I. (Girl.)

Young girl with blonde hair
peers at her phone once again
to see if she's loved.

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II. (Black Umbrella.)

A black umbrella
even though it's not raining
to anyone else.

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III. (September.)

The clock crawls to nine
as autumn comes to students
for an awkward hug.
Written: September 2013.
Explanation: A series of three haikus describing things that I saw/observed early one Wednesday morning at the end of September while at university.
 Oct 2013 jennifer baldwin
brooke
i could never explain
how speechless I am
beneath the stars, all
pinholes in heaven's
fabric
 Sep 2013 jennifer baldwin
berry
my mother taught me the alphabet and 2 + 2
(but everything always adds up to you)

my father taught me to be patient & kind
(but it's you that brings balance to my mind)

my brothers taught me how to be tough
(but you still tell me daily that i am enough)

my high school government teacher taught me to be bold
(but in you i find my courage, given your hand to hold)

the birds in the sky taught me how to sing
(but it's you who hides me under your wing)

all of my heartbreaks taught me how to write
(but you gave new meaning to sleepless nights)

- m.f.
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