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 Dec 2016 Keah Jones
Mark Lecuona
I have already risen
I have already fallen
I only want to stand again
Next to another friend
Who’s already risen
Who’s already fallen
Who’s ready to stand again
To walk where it might end
To walk where it might begin
But to be a true friend
Never reject the message I send
Or judge the heart that lies within
 Dec 2016 Keah Jones
storm siren
Your eyes are filled with fire and galaxies
And your heartbeat thrumming against your chest
And into my eardrums
Pierces me with some type of calm
I'm not used to feeling.

And your presence
Is presently
The only thing I crave.

I hope for my heart and soul
To collide with yours,
In some type of sunset-colored supernova.

And your voice plays along inside my head,
Building up waves of robin's egg blue
And rushing white and royal, shimmering navy.

You are mine
As I am yours
And despite all my fears
Nothing will change that
Not truths to falsehoods
Or falsehoods to truths.
Not visions of the past
Or past visions.

And I could count every star
Visible to me
And still the number would not compare
To the great sum
That is my love for you.

But every star in the sky's
Brilliance does not compare to you.

And it *****,
Because your grin pulled a trigger,
Sending an explosive array of metaphysical
Bullets of "This is all I need,"
Right through my chest.

And as I lay in the grass,
Sadness and confusion bleeding out from my wound,
And an infection of optimism
And gleeful epiphanies
And feelings of finally being home,
Developing in the torn up skin and broken bones,
And shredded muscle tissue,
I look up at the stars overhead.

And finally I understand,

Because you are not one single star to me,
You're the whole **** sky.
If you think you broke my heart
Let me tell you that you're wrong darling.

You actually broke yourself
Because in my heart only you were hiding.
30 Day Poetry Challenge is to write one poem per day, may it be a full page long poem or just a couplet. It can be about the reflection of your day, any event, feeling or thought.
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
SZ
One day
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
SZ
One day, I will no longer
be in the habit of checking
if your light is on from your window.
One day, my thoughts will be
in my own voice again.
One day I will no longer
miss you from the moment I wake up
to the moment I fall asleep.
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
N
I once carved poetry into your back with the nail of my pinky finger-  so that any girl who lays beside you can read the way I fell in love with your breathing after all the nights you found sleep before I did. Maybe they'll get a bitter taste in their mouth when they realize my love for you was not enough to make you stay.
You traced your fingertips on my skin as though I was simply a map that led to your pleasure. You sunk your teeth into my shoulders while pulling back on my hair because you were convinced that I couldn't feel anything; somehow its 3 years later and my eyes still read through our conversations searching between the lines for the reason you left.
You used to touch me as though your hand on my thigh was the key to my heart and my moans were the only ways of expressing my love to you but you'll never be able to read the poem on your back that says I could feel your heart beat on the mattress of my twin bed... its been three years and my sheets still smell like vacancy. My heart is collecting dust in the corners because no ones been in there since you decided it wasn't enough for you. I can't recall the rhythm of your heart and sometimes my lungs forget how to breath.
Its days like these I wish you were right about my inability to feel. But God knows there are more nerve endings in my heart than the place between my thighs and maybe if you wouldn't have ****** all the love out of me it wouldn't be as hard to see you go.
Its been three years.
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
Day
practice what you preach
be good.
stroke his back when he cries.
don't expect anything but make him your
sun-
and lose it all when the eclipse comes.
---

love is selfish anyways
how could he teach me that?
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
Alaska
It's as if I was glass and you threw me to see how many pieces I would  break into.
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
grim-raven
mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?
perfect brown-eyed boy so tall
looking at her as i fall

she's so perfect from their eyes
as well as yours, so do mine's
so brave and wise, she's what you dream
and i can't deny, she's what she's seemed

beside the prince who dreamt so deep
lies a princess he'll always keep
as the happy couple had their sleep
the ugly duckling start to weep


mirror, mirror on the wall
tell me again not to fall
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
Adel
What if
We were reincarnated?

I was the plutonium bombs,
I was everywhere to be found,
Burned like stars in the northern sky;
Yet my walls were too high
And my insecurity was too deep,
For I was so difficult to be created!

And you,
You were the uranium bombs,
You were the rare atom, of one in a million.
The one that I had been searching for,
To create a massive fusion for us two.

And together
We could create the hydrogen bombs
And explode the whole world
With our love

But yet,
We were too toxic,
Too destructive for each other,
That we keep hurting our bodies;
Roaming through the sky,
Just to sacrifice ourselves in the land of earth,
As to die and to be killed,

As if
we were
never destined
for each other.

-a.d
 Nov 2016 Keah Jones
Morgan
I'd hang your flaws
In picture frames
All over my bed room walls
Before I'd look twice at
Their qualities

And I'd kiss the stab wounds
In your back
Before I'd reach out my hand
To save their sinking halos

I'd rather be a comfort
Battling alongside you
In your worst nightmare
Than live a single day
Of ease
In their
Dream world

I know this isn't what we
Had hoped for
When our parents
Read us fairytales

But my mind is only
Quiet when you speak,
I only feel at ease
Between your sheets

So,
I'll listen to you sobbing
In a cold, concrete stairwell
Every day
And I'll ignore
All the soft songs
They sing in warm
Living rooms
All over the city
If it means we can
Go home together
Again

If we're a stretch,
I'll reach for you
Until my arms fall off

If this is suicide,
I'll hang this noose
With so much pride
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