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 Mar 2015 Jordan
Kay
Don't Stop
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Kay
Don't Stop.

Was the gentlest command that ever passed your lips.

My fingers danced across the keys,
Playing to the tempo of your scribbling pen.

We wrote a symphony that day,
Broken to the beat of our passionate hearts.

The arias of my poetry were never enough for you.
You had to hear them played in the form of

Chopin
Bach
Strauss

Anything you could write to.
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Acidic Moon
I love the feeling of the wind,
Right before a thunderstorm.
I love the smell of cinnamon,
On a cold winter day.
I love the sound of the trees,
The way the leaves tussle in the breeze.
I love the sight of the clouds,
Turning from white to grey.
But I could never love these things,
As much as I love you.
I lone to feel your skin against mine.
The touch of your lips against mine,
Your hand intertwined in my hand,
The sound of your heart beating,
At the same pace as mine.
Someday, I will be by your side.
And I'll never leave, we'll never be apart again.
God, I love you so much..
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Gwen
1.  I just couldn't stop myself from falling and suddenly realized, I didn't want to.

2. Thank you for making my time feel worth something.

3. This is the third time I've wrote this and it still doesn't explain much...I'm sorry.

4. I haven't slept for two weeks because of you and I hope you still think I'm cute with these bags under my eyes.

5. All the ***** couldn't drown my love for you and never once did it make me forget your name; only my own.

6. There are over one million thoughts going through my head everyday, and I still haven't mastered the art of putting them on paper but maybe one part of this will mean something.

7. It's hard for me to explain what's going through my head right now...but I've thinking about you all night.

8. I just had to say this before it was too late but hell, I'm barely on time for class each day.

9. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, but that wait would last forever.

10. I don't know how to be alone and I hoped someday that you'd fill in the empty space in my bed.

11. My hands are shaking and I don't know if I am scared, nervous or anxious; but I know this time I won't chicken out.

12. I just had to get this weight off my chest and god, I almost forgot what it was like to really breathe.

13. I am tired of being afraid.
These are from letters I have actually written.
Yes, some are from suicide notes I wrote in a dark time.
Which ones are from the pain of losing yourself, or the pain of telling someone you love them, risking losing them forever.
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Anna
separation
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Anna
you hold me with your sweater
on lonely winter nights
Whiskey repeats your name
but it never sounds right.

and I’m no more for divinity
for this course we’ve been through
the hell that is you
what I could do to deserve this.

now your just words
an intricate design
just continue to stare
you lose meaning in time.

the girls that took my place
the title meant something then
but there’s so many of them
I learned I was never different.

and you call me hateful and jaded
which is probably true
but it’s the only way I know
to survive knowing you.

I hope their brown hair eases your pain
and their blue eyes help you forget.
and have unbelievable ***
and forget the hearts you posses.

but don’t worry about me
not even years from now.
I can look back and say
I know how a bullet sounds.
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Zach Hanlon
The world melts
My senses combust
My fingertips tingle

The world sways
I sway
I collapse

I feel numb
Disoriented
Everything goes dark...

A light.
A siren.
A vision of faceless faces.

I am alive.

The smell of disinfectant.
The idle chatter of two nurses.
A buzzing in my ear.

I am alive.
**** this **** im ending it suicidal thoughts? Well thats just it weapon in hand ready to spill blood razer blade or bullet? Which should i choose one with a bang or one with a slit how about this? I slit my wrist and just sit in this **** my own blood soaking in the bath tub oh here I go I begin to slip so let me put my hand on the trigger and wake myself up I pull down hard and tight and the next thing i know im wide awake looking right at the bathroom wall
I can see all my thoughts mostly about suicide though as they all reach the floor I begin to hear a knocking at the door "are you okay" screams of terror and even more a why would he do this here and there well I was depressed and no one listened anymore But now as you hold my lifeless body in the floor im so glad you can adore me
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Meg Howell
The loud ring of the phone
brings him back to the
most important
day of his life;
his marriage

He doesn't know why
that memory was
triggered, but it's
all he can see

He longs to be back at that time
Falling, falling
The sweet tune of
"Here Comes the Bride"
plays in the back
of his mind

He sees the ground below him now
as he sees his wife walking
down the aisle
Closer & closer
Flirting with death

Near to the ground now
She's at the foot of the altar
She made it
So did he
"Till death do us part"
At first, this poem may be difficult to understand. The prompt for it was not from my own mind, but a fantastic book I have, "642 Things to Write About", which continues to inspire me. This is about a man who jumps from the 40th floor of a building, hears a phone ring while passing the 28th, and regrets his to decision to jump. It's my interpretation of what was going on in his head. I'll let you figure out the rest on your own.
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Sadie S
She is...
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Sadie S
She is sad but never frowns.
She is tired but still living.
She is ignored but still listening.
She is misunderstood but understands.
She is confused but sees the world clear.
She is a mess but does her hair.
She is stressed but finds relief.
She is distant but the end seems close.
She is judged but ignores.
She is alone but creates a friend.
She is hurt and the tears begin.
She is depressed and no ones around.
She is in pain and it never wants to go away.
She is screaming but is silent.
She is ****** up and cant think straight.
She is worthless and doesn't see a point.
She is afraid but find the courage.
She is suicidal and the world cant see it.
She is Dying.

She is me.
2/27/15
 Mar 2015 Jordan
Chrissy Cosgrove
a letter without a return address
because i don’t want to hear what you have to say

i’m not interested in an apology
a declaration of love
or any other revolting platitude that means nothing
there is no explanation
that could put right
everything that went wrong
i will be bitter
and i will never let it go

a letter without a return address
because i know you don’t care enough to say anything back

i will pour my heart out on paper
however repulsed i might be by the mess
i will hold nothing back
because it doesn’t matter what you think anymore

a letter without a return address
because i do not want you to think that i am waiting

i do not want you to know that i spend every day
stuck in the same spot
replaying the same moments in my head
and feeling worse each time
i do not want you to know that i would give anything
to go back and change everything
before it ever went wrong
i do not want you to know that i am waiting
even though there will be no reply

i am sending a letter without a return address
please try to find me anyway
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