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 Mar 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
Chris
I opened the blinds.
I took a deep breath.
I reminded myself that I exist.
I let you go.

It was a routine morning.
 Mar 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
meg
it's weird that Brits say "chips" instead of "french fries",
and it's sad that your dad says "you're hopeless" instead of "I love you".
it's weird that the sun pokes up out of the ground at different times everyday,
and it's sad that it hurts more when you poke your finger than when you run the blade down your skin.
it's weird that the sun still shines when it's 3 degrees outside,
and it's sad that 3 am is filled with thoughts of agony and your pillow is stained with the salt water from your eyes.
it's weird that there's 365 days in a year but it dreads on feeling like 1,000,
and it's sad that the pills that are supposed to make you feel better for your depression only make you want to swallow 365 more to make the pain go away.
it's weird that you're forced to go to school with ignorant teenagers that have no idea what they want in life besides getting high,
and it's sad that those teenagers romanticize self harm and depression like it's beautiful to have demons in your mind eating away your sanity.
enjoy.
Love is you and me staring at each other. Getting lost while gazing upon the inner depths of our soul.

Love is when our tongues meet while our  palms are making love and poetry is just running through our veins

Love is when our bodies make contact like waves clasping to sands, like magic and reality immersing as one.
Princess Arenas
arenas.princess@gmail.com
2014
"Forget regret or life is yours to miss, no other road, no other way, no day but today."

Live for the moment
Shoot for the stars
Dream it and do it
Let's take what's ours
Don't worry about tomorrow
For it's yet to come
Forget all your sorrow
Make life fun
You only have today
Don't waste it on strife
Forget what people say
And live your life
We all know where certain roads lead
Down autumn paths during the final dreams of day
Still, you like to climb your throne
Ascending until the past has no home
If you're wrong,
Well they didn't deserve
A part in this song
 Mar 2014 Jessica Pfeiffer
Liam
She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind
He
gives
me
the
best
*******
head.

Now
when
alls
said
and
do­ne,
I've
saturated
both
sheets
and
bed.

I
guess
tonight
we'll
crash
on
the
couch
instead.
true story
My throat must a venue
                                       for The Lonely Hearts Club Band



I swallow my pulse
                                 and hold my tongue in my hand.


                                

Vivid lucid reality,  
                               popping all my stitches at the seams




on the other line, your consciousness fades
                                                           ­           as I envy your quest for dreams.





You're always in my heart though,
                                                      ros­ary beads in hand with your protection





for it is in nights like this, I simply wish
                                                         for a moment of undying affection.






Arms around me through the night,
                                                          ­ the morning sun in his hazel eyes;




filled with smiles for all eternities
                                                      ­& a stomach full of butterflies.




                                                            ­                                                   xo
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