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 Feb 2015 Liv
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mental photographs are
flooding my head, i must
burn away every image of you.
when will i strike this match so i can move on.
we both know i'm not that strong.
i remember when the only
worry i had was missing the bus and making sure i was in school
before the bell had rung.
things have changed, they're
continuing to change along
with the seasons.
lonely nights, lonely days, they're
all the same anymore.
help me escape this nightmare,
i can't do it alone.

goodnight.
i'm sorry i can't write. writers block is such a horrible thing to have to endure, i'm trying i swear.
 Feb 2015 Liv
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 Feb 2015 Liv
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you said you wouldn't hurt me,
but your words left bruises.
the best i can do for now, sorry.
 Feb 2015 Liv
chryselle g
variables
 Feb 2015 Liv
chryselle g
i fell in love
with the distance
between us

i fell in love
with the timing
and how it's always off

i fell in love
with the hope
that these walls
have nowhere to go
but down
and he'll be on the
other side, waiting

i fell in love
with the thought of
possibly
hopefully
falling in a kind of love
that overcomes
transatlantic flights
and time zones
 Jan 2015 Liv
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i see her stare out of the
corner of these bleary eyes.
i wonder what she is looking at.
"why is she staring in such a
perpetual manner?" i ask myself.
she makes me feel as if i'm
a starry night...like she's waiting for
something extraordinary to happen.
i blush
no one has ever looked at me the
way she does, maybe i've always been afraid to let people do so.
my cadaverous body goes cold
only to be warmed by the endearing touch of her hand.

and in that moment i knew that i
wanted to spend an eternity with her,
because for once...

i knew i was going to be okay.
this is stupid, i am stupid, what is stupid. i give up.
 Jan 2015 Liv
Jon Martin
To Erica
 Jan 2015 Liv
Jon Martin
Time crumbles over the years, eroding
under the weight of "I should have been
theres", and "backwhens", and "I miss
yous". And, as it erodes, it leaves the
bittersweet smell of what was, complete
with a little taste of memory on the back
of your tongue that will never quite go away...
Apparently, I wrote this in my sleep. I hate it when I do that.
 Dec 2014 Liv
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someone once asked
me to describe
home and i was
so close to saying
your name, but
instead i refrained
from saying anything
at all and stayed quiet.
people expect me to say
a ******* place,
but the only place i've
ever had a certainty of
home was in your two arms.
 Dec 2014 Liv
Elizabeth Bishop
Minnow, go to sleep and dream,
  Close your great big eyes;
Round your bed Events prepare
  The pleasantest surprise.

Darling Minnow, drop that frown,
  Just cooperate,
Not a kitten shall be drowned
  In the Marxist State.

Joy and Love will both be yours,
  Minnow, don't be glum.
Happy days are coming soon--
  Sleep, and let them come...
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