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 Mar 2018 lib
Veronica Emilia
i have anxiety
undiagnosed.

sometimes it feels like my head is stuffed with crumpled ***** of paper: the things I never said, the things I should have never said, the things that someone never said to me.

all of these things are written on every piece of paper
there are so many right now that no more would be able to fit
yet i can't stop thinking things, i can't stop saying stupid things, i can't stop wishing things.

i sigh I reach up to my forehead and i grasp my bangs
with my shaky hands and pull

i'm hoping one day when i do this
the top of my head will yank open
all of these crumpled pieces of thoughts
will pour out in a pile
on the floor
i will kneel down
and uncrumple each and every piece
i will read each one
until my head fills up again.
 Mar 2018 lib
zoie marie
7:43
and i’m trying to not write your name,
you never appreciated my rhymes
maybe that’s why your name doesn’t rhyme with anything.
7:44
and i’m thinking of someone new,
someone better than you
i swear just one more drink then i’m through.
7:45
and i’m out of my mind,
head over heels for someone who’s not even mine
and once again i’m forced to leave you behind.
7:46
and your name makes me sick,
you’re such a
and i’m beyond over you and your heartless tricks.
7:47
and she makes me feel like i’m in heaven,
thank god you showed me hell
thanks to you my swollen heart's getting well.
7:48
i realize it all now but it’s too late,
you’ve already played your promiscuous game
thankfully she told me she loved me and stayed.

(god, in five minutes so much has changed)
it's a vicious cycle you see...
collecting hearts to mend your own
 Mar 2018 lib
Isla
first valentine
first kiss
first love
first longing
first heartbreak
you took them all
how selfish of you
They all belong to you
 Mar 2018 lib
Jazzelle Monae
I have always been
obsessed
with the stars
and when I saw
the constellations
speckled across your cheeks
and the bridge of your nose
I found that
stargazing
was much easier
during daytime
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
 Mar 2018 lib
camps
.

i want to buy these mice a home so
that their presence helps keep the table clear
i think i’ll place it in the gap between the door and the floor
in the hopes of keeping the noise out and
of having at least one of us feel
a sense of being welcome

the paper bags in my hands wouldn’t feel
heavy if they knew where they were going maybe
and hitting my head against the bed again doesn’t stop me from
showing off the letters on my chest although
i’ve been known to miss the mark

if there's a spark in her eyes it’s 'cause she stole the light from mine
but i like the cold because it makes me feel alive

my favorite part comes around
when the two trains meet and for a second
i can catch a glimpse of everyone’s place in the world
before we’re whisked away to
our respective loneliness

or maybe it’s where the streets
run narrow like those in the places where
connection, if anything, tastes a bit more genuine
it's quite polarizing but this time i’ll seek
comfort in the grey of it until it
all comes rushing back

they say home is where the heart is so this probably still isn’t it
but it will do for now

.
[new york city] | [definition of home] | [pursuit of cold]
 Mar 2018 lib
Linnea
maybe I wanted to be like all the butterflies,
flying above you in circles,
observing you,
touching you gently with my wings.
somehow pointless in your eyes,
but beautiful.
and maybe I wanted to struggle
with the fact that you were the
most beautiful thing in this
world and no words from
my butterfly mouth could ever
express that.
and maybe my wings
would take me away and you
would turn your gaze to me,
observing Me.
a simple butterfly,
out- of -this- world -beautiful.
with the strong desire,
to give you all of her,
sharing her pure butterfly soul
with a girl
with long dark hair and blue eyes,
observing butterflies, and
thinking of you.
©
 Mar 2018 lib
The Non-Poet
mija
siempre van a ver
las manchas
en el sol
la sombra negra
a tu brillante luz

no pierdas
la esperanza
para ser lo mejor
disfruta
cada momento
de este regalo, amor

de vueltas
en la lluvia
y bailes
con tu amor
sea la estrella
del centro
de cada persona
sin temor

mija
la vida es
solo una vez
por favor
disfrutalo
con toda tu purez

translation

girl
there will
always be
the dark spots
in the sun
the black shadow
to your brilliant light

don't lose
the hope
to do what's great
enjoy
each moment
of this gift, my love

spin around
in the rain
and dance
with your love
be the star
in the center
of every person
no fear

girl
life
is only once
please
enjoy it
with all your pureness

i'm sorry the poem is in spanish, this is just how it flowed for me

enjoy the translation at the bottom (it doesn't come out the same, but i tried my best)
 Mar 2018 lib
The Non-Poet
it's gone
 Mar 2018 lib
The Non-Poet
i know
everything
was in our way
i knew it would
be difficult
to be together

but i honestly thought
things would work out
cause if a love
between two people
is as strong and pure as ours
then the universe will help
the star-crossed lovers
to be together, right?

W R O N G

romeo
i know
you tried
to get their
approval
to make them
see that juliet was
who you wanted

i know all this
i know you tried
you’re best
and i’m sorry to see
it wasn’t enough

it breaks my heart
to know that
our visions of a future
are put on hold
possibly destroyed forever

but that does not mean
that i no longer care
that i will no longer
be there for you
when you need me

i wish more could be done
but i'm afraid maybe not
our love is a ticking time-bomb
it's just now that we see
we've been waiting for it to explode
i don't know how to feel
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