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 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
tl b
Lip liner across our lips,
connect the dots between our hips.
Dotted lines divide the road,
sign the line where debts are owed.
Signed letters, cursive cards,
smoke lingers from stiff cigars.
Smoked out lines above our eyes,
count the trails of tears we've cried.

And now I am drawing the line with you,
erasing the previous lines we drew.
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
tl b
Cityscape
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
tl b
We plug up our ears
feeding music to our brain
so that the busy streets around
produce a dream-like state.
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
Amethyst Fyre
A little girl stopped me today
By that old wooden playground
the one where the planks are falling from their swings
and the green slide is all out of place

She grabs my hand
"Who am I?" she asks
Searching my face desperately for an answer
She has ringlet curls and holds a ***** tan teddy bear under her arm
Yes, who have you become
"We could play" the girl weasels, pulling on my arm
pointing toward the crumbling playground
I can only shake my head no

"Don't forget about me, okay?" she sighs
"I want to be a doctor when I grow up, I want a pet bunny and I want to
eat ice cream for breakfast on all of my birthdays"
Her eyes are starry with dreams, she runs beyond the playground to chase a comet

I stare at the boards on the ground, and I see not the plank of a pirate ship,
but a broken swing
I run behind the girl
Frantically trying to gather up all of the dreams she dropped in her hurry
They slip through my fingers and get harder to see

I find myself repeating the girl's advice to myself
"Don't forget about me"
*Don't forget about me
I loved the format of these,
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1850909/advice-pt-2/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1850906/advice/
I used it to write my own version
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
Julie Butler
I felt and then fell, I
did not even jump
I flew to kiss lips that
knew nothing of love.
I bent and I borrowed
forgetting to say
I held something with you
I do not have today
although there are storms
be there
break and decay
our love it made
hurricanes
look simple like rain
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
lulu
Give me something. Anything to quiet this feeling; this hollowness. Is this what happiness feels like? Is this what it’s like to be content?
I’m empty. I am a vast shell of a vessel that’s filled with such potential, such hope; but I waste it.
I’m wasted.
I’m wasted on the thought of you. The thought of you with someone else. The thought of being alone.
I don’t want to be alone.
It hurts. It shouldn’t hurt.
I am empty.
I don’t know how to feel but I do when you’re near and I wish that it would stop.
I want to be happy always.
I don’t want to be dependent on you for the sun to shine. I don’t want to feel as though you hung the moon. You didn’t. I did.
I’m wasted.
Wasted youth. Wasted love. Wasted space.
If this is what it is to be content; to be happy…
It’s a numb feeling.
Everything is perfect and yet…
I’m empty.
I love with a burning passion, so much so that you get torn up and scorched in the process.
It is not a slow burn it is all consuming.
It consumes me.
I’m consumed with a lonliness when you’re gone and when you’re here I yearn to feed it.
I need to feel you, I need to be near you. I need to know you’re not leaving. I need to prove to myself that this is real and that you are here and that you love me.
If I don’t I burn, my fire stays in me and it burns, it burns, it burns.
I’m overbearing.
I’ve scalded you; it’s too hot, you can’t breathe I’m smothering you and I can’t stop.
You push me away and the flames grow larger.
But when you go, the fire slowly dies out.
I’m not passionate.
I’m not a writer.
I’m empty.
is feeling content the same as feeling nothing at all?
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
Sarah Kunz
Math
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
Sarah Kunz
I cannot fathom how any pleasure is elicited from puzzles and arithmetic, it only offers me pabulum and disdain.
my brain is constantly harrowing me with effrontery begging me to solve the mystery and puzzle buried within the pooling eyes of people front of me and gnawing at the foundation beneath me.
Why should I concern myself with what x equals when I can examine the wrinkles upon the curbings of society, the brimming confusion consuming me. People are the equation of reality, the flesh ridden manifestation of the most perplexing algorithm.
I would rather torture myself with the infinitesimal existence of humans  than the numbers created by them.
 Jan 2017 JWolfeB
Patience
Tired of having
A gun against my neck
Please pull the trigger
I just want to be dead.
I would always think of you as my first reason to keep my life worthwhile; my first reason to live and not just survive. You have all my firsts, hopefully to be my last.

I would always remember how the stars would shine for you, seeing and feeling every inch of your skin glows underneath the blue light moon,
How the night sky shines and rise for you. I knew that when I look deep into your eyes, I knew you’re the one.

I would always remember how fate and destiny lead us here
That every mistake and misleading decision I made lead me right into your arms
Each coincidences are not plain luck and would often happen.
It was a one in a million experience and yet was still meant for it to happen.

I would always remember how we first sat and talked, with our hearts full of passion and tranquility, that neither of us never wanted to stand up and leave on that coffee table we were sitting in
I knew from the very start that you will be the one.
You understood all my thoughts in a blink of an eye back then, our thoughts clicked in just a jiff and I think it’s a beautiful thing for me.

I would often think of the future with you. That one day I’ll wake up next to you, morning sun rays hitting our morning faces.
With our tangled feet underneath the tangled sheets
We’ll wander with our minds, never wanting to get out of bed and do our errands for that day.

You never fail to seize my mind, and you know that.
You never fail to bring out the best in me and pull out the worst.
You were my hope when in times of doubt and darkness, you are my star.
You taught me to sail far across my comfort zones and to ride back on each big waves I will encounter.
Through the rigged battles that we have, yet I still don’t know when to come, you just sat there with me, telling me not to worry a single bit.

I would always think of you as my first reason to keep my life worthwhile; my first reason to live and not just survive. You have all my firsts, hopefully to be my last.
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