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 Jul 2013 Key
AJ
Some people are madly in love with me,
And it makes me so sad.
I know some of you might not think of much me,
But I regret to inform you that I'm a real heartbreaker.
The way I walk around this earth,
With my high heeled attitute, my mermade hair, and my blue dragon eyes.
"She'll save me,
She's magic."
It's completely false.
And completely tragic.
I can only reflect what you're putting into me.
I try not to use you all,
I really do.
I didn't want to be your first time baby girl,
I didn't want him to give me his heart on a silver platter.
It didn't matter.
I was only playing a stupid little game.
I can't quite remember the name.
But it's all I know to do.
I'm sorry I'm such a good ****.
I'm sorry I'm so **** cute when I'm high.
I'm sorry I have the voice of an angel.
I'm sorry I can read you so well.
I'm sorry every time I say one of your names there's an electric current
Running from your stomach,
To you fingertips,
And back.
I'm sorry every slip up is precisely planned.
I'm sorry I have you in my hand.
I can't tell if it's a conscience effort or not.
I guess I forgot.
I'm just an alcoholic nympomaniac.
But the real problem with that,
Is that I am unbelievably brilliant.
And I am unbelievably sorry
That you all ran head on into the little web I forgot to unspin.
 Jul 2013 Key
Jay
Condiments
 Jul 2013 Key
Jay
Today I wore
Ketchup and Mustard
Because I wanted to
Not everyone can do this
And get away with it
But I did it
Because I wanted to
Tomorrow is a new day
Maybe mayo or tartar
Just anything but barbecue
But it's not about my sauces
Or my meat for that matter
It's about my feelings
Bite me because im what you love
 Jul 2013 Key
Jay
My feelings don't matter
They're just wasteful words
I blurt out for my own well-being
Because they will never be heard
Listened to but not heard
Why, because they're unimportant
My feelings are hurtful
Because they're not what you want to hear
And they don't fit into your time schedule
I want to apologize on behalf of my feelings
We will take a back row seat
We understand that we were wrong
For being expressed and well...
It won't happen again.
 Jul 2013 Key
Jay
I no longer wish to love you so good bye
I don't like to explain my poems, but I feel a small need to for this one. Sometimes, it's hard to break up with someone, especially when they haven't done anything wrong. It's just you who wants to let it all go but it will never be that easy. As easy as making an order, for the loss of love and for it to never return. To shut love down like a PC, would be great. But the reality of a break up is that the love remains when the person leaves and that's the hardest part to deal with. If only it was this easy... ahh well.
 Jul 2013 Key
Jay
Rose Within
 Jul 2013 Key
Jay
The rose that grows some
Slow but wholesome
Is a product of perfection
But those thorns point upright
Toward any form of sunlight
Blinding the beauty altogether
The bad takes over
Because the good is no fun
And the thorn prevails again
But once that flower is picked
And that first hand bleeds so
The thorn will fall in shame
And realize it should've just been a rose
 Jul 2013 Key
AJ
If Only, If Only
 Jul 2013 Key
AJ
Everyone hopes that they are broken,
Because if you're broken
That means that there is a cure,
A treatment,
A medication,
A program that can fix you.
If you're broken,
Then someone can make it stop.
The real fear is that you're fine,
And it can't get better.
The real fear is that this is normal.
It really hurts this much to lose a friend,
To move,
To not get the job,
Or to get the job.
Just to feel so sad and scared and disorientated.
It is all completely normal,
And you can't fix it.
No one fears being broken,
You can make that stop.
It's the real ability to feel pain that you can't change,
And that is terrifying.
 May 2013 Key
Whitney
A Happy Poem
 May 2013 Key
Whitney
I have to write a happy poem
Even though it’s hard
It’s so strange how happy I tend to be
It’s just my words typed are
muddy

with sorrow and defeat and
fight, fight, fight against someone
I don’t know
who-

could it be?
Am I crazy or sane?
Inside my brain is there a problem
that makes me fake or am I
real?

Do I just shpeal the wrong words at
the wrong times and they just don’t
appeal the way
I want them to.

This poem is not happy
and that makes me sad
Sad and mad but not in the way
that makes me want to fight
the way that keeps
the insomniacs up at night

but

I sleep soundly.

Now I see how confusing this poem
is coming out to be
I should
stop.

Stop now or stop writing I’m
not sure but how
can we be certain of anything
when everyone of us is
bursting with ideas
but so confined.
So confined.

I never want my mind
to feel that way.
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