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Jan 2015 JR Falk

bcg poetry

I've heard people say, "You know you're in love when all the songs make sense."
Well after loving you I know that to be untrue.

I've been with many people and I understood what the songs were saying.

I knew I was in love when none of the songs could encapsulate the way I felt. I had to write my own songs. There was no combination of notes or words already in the universe that explained what I knew to be true.

Thank you for teaching me that when you're in love; the songs don't just make sense.

You feel so much when you’re in love, you have to write your own songs.

#love #pain #loss #happy #music #acceptance #songs

Jan 2015 JR Falk

You Were My Heroin

Jan 2015 JR Falk

Sam M Gladen

You Were My ******

My vision shook when we were near,
You were my most pure form of high,
Your kiss my chosen bliss.

But each good high comes with withdrawal,
Needing more and more for that ecstasy,
Needing more and more of you.

The day you left,
I began to search for my highs in other places,
From your eyes to a needle,
From your lips to a dime bag.

You ruined me,
But I like to think,
That I ruined you,
Too.

#love #drugs #loss #her #him #free #verse #withdrawal

Jan 2015 JR Falk

10w

Jan 2015 JR Falk

effaced

10w

I'm afraid our love will fade, with each passing day.

Dec 2014 JR Falk

We

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Jared San Miguel

We

I love you
and you love me.

But I love like thunder and lightning
and you love like the calm before the storm.

You are waiting for the call
and I yell to you once you’re already gone.

#love #and #you #me #differentwavelengths

Dec 2014 JR Falk

milk crate

Dec 2014 JR Falk

mark john junor

milk crate

she lingers on my mind
so beautiful in her strange way
and oh so tragic
we never had but a moment under a wonderful sun
but what a moment it had been
so full of promise and heartfelt light
so full of the emblems of brighter futures
so filled with the dance of hearts discovering sweet loves
it happened the way it should happen
it happened the way a 52nd street accidental preview should
and then it was gone
she just rose up and rode away waving her fare thee well
like some strange dream
never been able to place where it all went bad
or to place exactly why it all happened that way
other than to say it was meant to be
that she was just quick summer dreams
and she will always be fond to me as i am to her
sitting on a milk crate in the pouring rain
outside a closed supermarket at the midnight hour
just where i would picture her twenty years on
just where she would be night like this
in the beautiful light
a beautiful sight
in the midnight

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Scary

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Jared San Miguel

Scary

Life is scary. You know?

Not the kind of scary you get from horror movies or a haunted house.
Not the kind of scary like when you think you forgot your keys locked in the car.
Not the kind of scary like when you think one of your friends finally decided to leave this world for good.
Not the kind of scary that is sharp needle point followed by the release of realization.

No.
Life is not that kind of scary.

It's the kind of scary that follows you closely.
It's the kind of scary that shakes you awake at night just to let you stare back at its void.
It's the kind of scary that sits on your shoulder and taunts you for every waking second that it can take you when it pleases.
It's the kind of scary that pulls your blood from your arteries.
It's the kind of scary that revels in the sight of your tears.

It's the kind of scary that lingers, persists, torments, and never, ever leaves.

#life #thoughts #scary

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Remembering My Roots

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Austin Reichold

Remembering My Roots

The place I came from,
Sprouted from the seed of loved ones.
A sapling breaking the surface of the forest floor.
Growing strong, fast, and with vibrant colors.
Weather scared, but not stunned in growth.
Happiness shines and gives strength.
Roots adjust,
making way to another of his likeness.
Their branches reach out, almost beckoning.
Foliage ruffles,
the trees extenuate their feelings, at a cost.
Though they age the don't mature.
Branches ensnaring one another,
Pushing to stay connected,
in tune.
Cracking.
Breaking.
Nothing.
Branches laying on the forest floor,
No longer consumed by each other.
Maturity develops,
And suddenly I'm not so lonely.

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Untitled

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Austin Reichold

Untitled

These feelings that I get.
Why do I seem so much more content when I'm alone?
Do I just talk out of obligation?
Would I rather have no friends?
Lying on the bathroom floor with empty bottles.
Then you step into my life.
Obstructing everything I believed myself to be.
Joy fills me taking fuel from the conversation.
No longer does it feel like someone is compressing my sternum to form false words.
A thirst for commitment and responsibility fills me.
No longer consumed by the darkness.
Instead clairvoyance emerges.
As if i accumulated a 6th sense previously engulfed by the darkness.
Please stay.

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Ghost

Dec 2014 JR Falk

Jared San Miguel

Ghost

You pressed your lips on to his like it was nothing.
Then cried into his shoulder like it meant everything.
Now my car is full of ash and smoke
because no one bothered to open a window.

It still smells of mud and dew from the grass
that was above the stone that I made a promise to.
It felt like a ghost followed us home
but only because he was curious about what everything had become.
I helped her up the stairs easy enough
and I was even able to carry you to bed.

I learned so much that windy, rainy night
and just like that ghost I am bound to silence.

#alcohol #romance #grave #silence #free #verse

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