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A-Z
Alone
But
Constantly
Devising
Energetic
Faulted
Game-plans
Hangin­g
In
Jupiter
Killing
Love
Makes
Notions
Of
Partnership
Questionab­le,
Rest-assured
Sedation
Tonight
Unifies
Virtues
Within,
Xanax
Y­earned
Zealot
These are just words to throw
you through
a loop.

You don't really know what this
poem
says,

But somewhere in it
there's something
about
love.

You get mixed up with how many lines one stanza is supposed to have

And did that line just run into the next
because it was long? or
did that space have a meaning
by the poet who typed it out?

This poem doesn't rhyme
It doesn't have a beat
You'd do better starting a podcast
where you read your life-musings
aloud.

But what should I know?
Hey
Let's
Have
A
Party

I'll
Invite
You
And
Me.
There's too much in me
To let it all out on you
And besides, you say,
You're not that important now
It shouldn't matter to you.
 Apr 2014 John Leuven
JDK
Lacuna
 Apr 2014 John Leuven
JDK
I swear I used to care
before I met you.
There was nothing left
after all you put me through.
They say I'm better off
but I seriously doubt it.
You stole all of my sympathy
and now I'm lost without it.
help me escape
my mind;
it's a prison of insecurities
and hesitancy.
Home is not where I want to be.
I want to adventure,
wild and free.
Away from the chains
of my adolescent self,
to grow up to be hung
on a greater shelf.
For outgrowing this nest,
wanting to fly away.
You'll be proud of me someday,
just maybe not today.

Take me away,
away from it all.
Away from these chains,
who are there when I fall.
I want to fly,
with my own compass,
I want to fly away.
Away.
Just maybe not today.
Trying and trying,
forever at fault;
my ******* brain
does summersaults.
And goes crazy.
I want out.

and you have no idea.
 Apr 2014 John Leuven
Elizabeth
I am too much of everything
and somehow
not enough of anything.

I sleep too late,
put too much sugar in my coffee,
have too many shoes,
say too many things,
and hold on for much too long.

I am a mixture of the things I want and need,
the things that mean nothing and everything.
I am passionate about many unimportant things
and woefully apathetic about the issues that truly matter.

I fall in love 3 times a day
and often forget to brush my hair.
I am too loud
and I talk too much
and I have too many opinions about things
I know nothing about.

I romanticize people and books,
foreign countries and fictional characters
to the point where they may all be
figments of my imagination.

I am entirely made up
of quotes and song lyrics,
2am phone calls and long lost dust jackets
from books I know better
than my own soul.

I do not know answers
to questions like
where,
or when,
or how,
but I know
with some certainty,
that I am too much for you.
 Apr 2014 John Leuven
Zay Bliss
she will bring you down,
all good things come to an end
like the sun and the moon,
neither gets full authority over the crown,
and when this happens, time begins to bend,
you will realize its just your inevitable doom,
just let reality take over and consume,
all is lost, all thats left is you
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