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 Aug 2019 Juanita
Em MacKenzie
If life gives you lemons
just be thankful it’s not a lime,
and when squeezing it
avoid getting the juice in your eye this time.
 Aug 2019 Juanita
Venga
Salt
 Aug 2019 Juanita
Venga
The grey cloud
Stretched the entirety of my
Visible world  
          

Vacant earth tears made
Themselves known to
My window
Seeing is believing
Working is living
Eating is fueling
Speaking is expressing
Laughing is recharging
          Therefore
Recharge with laughs
Express with nice words
Fuel with good foods
Live with interesting works
Believe in what you see
This is life's important key.
 Aug 2019 Juanita
Colm
Let it be known
That the sweetest nothing I ever tasted, was you

More light and charming than a sunset Summer
More distant and wonderus than a reflective star

You were first in mind
And last for me in many things

My distant, charming, everything
Girl
Everything Girl
 Jul 2019 Juanita
crybaby
I sit and I cut
Where you can’t see
I love the burn
Please help me
 Jun 2019 Juanita
scully
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
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 Jun 2019 Juanita
Sofie
pretty girl
 Jun 2019 Juanita
Sofie
pretty girl,
beware,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
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