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There are some things that hurt more than others:
(i) The moment before a purple-and-yellow bruised sunset
is swallowed up by the horizon in its flaming farewell.
(ii) The concave spaces in the landscape of your lonely body
when nobody is present to fill them in, to wander through.
(iii) The view of someone’s back, an omnipresent reminder
that everyone has to leave at one point or another.

There are some things that heal more than others:
(iv) The rush and ebb of the waves in the ocean,
they know that people leave and things change,
but they come back (and leave), come back (and leave)
until you realize that the return makes the leaving hurt less.
(v) The scars in your skin
which belie the ones on your heart
Not everything is able to form scabs so easily.
(vi) A good hug, the kind that picks you up and spins you around
and squeezes your heart within a fist of love and trust.
The best hugs are the ones that make you feel like
they never let go.

What wonderful
and terrible
things to behold in this life.
the thought of her running her hands through your hair makes me nauseous.
she doesn't know that you hate it when people touch your face
because of your scars.
she's going to try to sleep with you. but she doesn't know that you won't unless you're sure that you love her.
eventually she'll find out that your lips are soft like the belly of a peach.
and when she does she'll kiss you over and over again.
she's slowly going to get drunk off of the way you walk
and it'll make her so dizzy you have to carry her to your car.
you'll buy her flowers and she'll thank you and say she loves them.
but as soon as she gets home she'll put them in a vase and forget to water them until it's too late.
but i guess if she makes you happy, i'm happy.
(not really because i still love you)
 Aug 2013 Katelyn Knapp
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It's no fun being alone in bed
With the love of my life
Being somewhere else
As well as on my mind
In my head
In my dreams

I want his kisses
More than anything else
I want his cuddles
Like a sick person
Needs pills
To resume their health

He makes me so happy
Happier than I've ever been
He's the sunshine
When there's rain
© Natali Veronica 2013.
My nose it too wide
My eyes are too blue
My hair is too straight
My arms are too big
My toes are too long
My hands are too small
My shoulders are too broad.

My skin isn't tan enough
My lips aren't full enough
My hips aren't small enough
My ears aren't long enough
My neck isn't round enough
My eyebrows aren't thin enough
My birthmark isn't hidden enough.

But.

My nose has a freckle on the tip that is so cute
My eyes are round and wide, innocent they seem
My hair is thick and naturally blonde
My arms are super strong
My toenails are perfectly square
My hands are smooth
My shoulders are toned
My pale skin helps when I pretend to be a vampire
My lips are a nice shade of pink
My hips are wide, just more to shake
My ears have enough piercings to make them pretty
My neck has a scar that tells a scary story
My unibrow just means I think nonstop
My birthmark is shaped like heart; why would I want to hide that?

I look in the mirror every day
I point at my reflection
I say, "You **** thang,"
I wink at myself
And I know everything will be okay.
Constructive criticism, please, very helpful.
My body is not some pyramid
That you can ransack,
Abolish and steal anything
In your path.
It's a temple that requires
Soft thought and gentle footsteps,
Sacred prayer and silent understanding.
My body is meant to be worshipped,
And held in highest regard.
It is not a something, but so much more.
It's a place;
One that will keep you warm
Through the winters, my heart lighting
The wood the keeps the fire burning.
It's a being;
More than some lifeless toy
That you lie on top of
And **** ruthlessly.
It's everything in between.
From the heavens above that bring
The deserving wonderful pleasure,
To the Grand Rapids that keep
Life dangerously fun.
My body is the tree that releases
The oxygen you breath,
And the small rabbit that you want
To pet and coddle.
It's capable of anything and everything,
So I expect you to treat it
As if it were the sky,
Something endless and always worth
Exploring and excitement.
My body is me.
emptiness has never felt so fulfilling.
nothingness has never weighed so much.
loneliness has never been so comforting.
intangibility i've never been able to touch.

freedom has never felt so conflicted.
innocence has never felt so unclean.
distance has never felt so constricted.
simplicity has never felt so serene.

trust has never felt so unnatural.
truth has never felt so far away.
beauty has never been so factual.
paths have never lead this far astray.

lifetimes have never lasted this long.
but seconds have never been so short.
words I could never put into song.
so writing them is my last resort.

Existence isn't free.
Misery is the cost.
I've never felt so "me".
I've never felt so lost...
I sleep
with my feet pointing
toward the door
and my arms
wrapped around a pillow,
bent like a willow,
till I'm sleepy enough
to see it as
you
Daniel Magner 2013
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