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 Sep 2015 Jenny G
Baylee
Cancer
 Sep 2015 Jenny G
Baylee
Going to sleep is the scariest thing.
Not because of nightmares
Or sleep walking or whatever else,
But because of the uncertainty.
The uncertainty that a new day will start,
That your life won't be significantly altered,
Or that your loved ones will be the same.

Normal people don't dread sleep though,
But there's just something about cancer
That makes sleep an uneasy task.
Having a mother with cancer will change your entire life.
From dreading the thing you cherished most,
To not knowing how to live your life.

You become used to being woken up for
Middle of the night treks to the ER.
And to think about becoming used to that
Well, that's enough to make you sick.
But you have no choice but to trudge through,
You have to seem strong and stable,
But going to sleep is the scariest thing.
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
Gudden
You...
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
Gudden
Everything is so versatile,
I wait for hours for you,
To just talk for a while.

You have a half minute conversation,
And am left with eyes of tears and face with smile.
What if I could let you know of, without hesitation?

But you are someone's, not mine...
And one day with this schedule,
My darling, I'd be fine.

Though it hurts a lot, that everything you forgot.
But now, I love the symbol of my love, these tears brine...
They take away all the anger for you every moment.

And I am made to love you even more,
Even though, for you am a parallel line..
I bolt the door and spill my emotions on the floor...

Have you ever seen my condition through that peep hole?
Let me name him, gladiator for this site.. Am just too afraid to ever let him know about my feelings... Just mine, after all...
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
Rapunzoll
Infinite
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
Rapunzoll
You dream of someplace
where the men have better
reasons for calling and you
no longer feel so alone.

Where the sun shines
without the inevitability
of the rain, where the skies
aren't blackened by the
smoke of his cigarettes.

You'll exhale the fresh air,
and you won't remember
the colour of his eyes or the
scar above his left brow.

You'll forget how he
smirked when you said
that you loved him.

You're moving on, the
past will no longer suffocate
you with the fragrance of
its cheap perfume, you'll
learn to count the days rather
than to tick them off.

One day you'll step
forward without looking
back and you'll realize
you are infinite and he is
just a glitch in time.
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On the verge of stopping
a period ready to end it all
but I chose not to
and again take the risk then fall

This mixture of emotion
a nonstop feeling
like a perpetual motion
constant and unceasing

J.H.
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
obnoxious
August
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
obnoxious
I should've known
that when I fell in love in August
nothing good was to come.
August was never good to me
always left me uneasy
it brought cold nights & heavy sticky days
It was built from sad songs inspired by breaking summer romances
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
ZL
black rose
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
ZL
Today I gave my crush a flower,
because no one has ever done it for me.

But it shrank from the summer heat,
it fried in my back seat.

The rose was pink,
how my heart use to be.

Now it's black
burnt from fury.

I was once a romantic,
but now I just want somebody to go to bed with.
 Aug 2015 Jenny G
Doy A
Time
It stops
When I'm with you

The clock
It slows
As I miss you

Forever
Too short
Now I know you
Random poetry I came up with as I played with my kit from Magnetic Poetry MNL.
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