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 Sep 2017 Jillian
cder
Despite my best efforts
I seem to look for her in crowded rooms
I want her to see what I've achieved
I crave knowing she is impressed by me
My eyes are traitorous and always look for her
The only problem with all of these facts
Are the pronouns.
 Sep 2017 Jillian
Andy Lyle
My eyes were overwhelmed
By the beauty of her face
How her hair shone in its bob cut
Not a strand was out of place

And when I walked beside her
I felt privileged to be there
I’d have walked a thousand miles
My time with her to share

Yet when she looked into the mirror
A different picture met her eyes
She could see just fat and ugly
And what she called thunder thighs

If I lived another lifetime
Trying to convince her of her mistake
It would have made no difference
She would still be in the lake

Don’t let your mind deceive you
Or others who would tease
You are how you were meant to be
And you have no one to appease
 Sep 2017 Jillian
Raven
read this slowly
in the intent to feel as though
your big toe stands on top of the highest peak
and attempt to spin
sweeping the air
and you are allowed to smile as wide as the sky above
and you may grasp the blades that make your shoulders
feeling safe,
you might feel alone.
 Sep 2017 Jillian
Nick Moore
We
were
strangers
for far to long,

We
had ears
for the same song,

We
weren't sure
what was right,
but we knew what was wrong,

Good to know a place
to belong.
 Sep 2017 Jillian
cder
Being a woman
 Sep 2017 Jillian
cder
Do not approach me
for the use of my body;
I am more than that.
 Sep 2017 Jillian
Zoe Byrd
Have you ever heard of a phantom limb?
It's when someone loses an arm or leg,
but they still experience sensations
as if it's not gone.
It's kind of like when you lose someone.
You still remember their touch on your skin,
and how their hand fit perfectly in yours.
You remember how they smiled
and how it lit up the whole room.
You remember their voice and how the words
that came out of their mouth were perfect and so them.
You feel like they're still there.
But when you realize they aren't,
you experience the same agonizing pain and loss all over again.
 Sep 2017 Jillian
YoYoWrites
This isn't a letter about how I died committing suicide by a gunshot against my head. Or how depressed I am in need of professional help. It's about how I already died without my body being six feet underground. You see, my body was different than anyone else's. I couldn't love because once upon a time I loved too hard and ended up alone. I trusted someone too much and ended up being touched. I took words to the heart and ended up killing myself without actually dying.
 Sep 2017 Jillian
skyler
falling in love
is like sky diving
and pulling your parachute
only to find that it's ripped

once you've fallen
you can't go back

you thought it would be amazing
but it is suddenly terrifying
a thrill none the less

but there's no halting it

once you've fallen
there's nothing to catch you
and the crash is inevitable

s.s
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