Fun fact: I've already listened to all those songs to get over you.

Now I guess it's your turn
You're late to the party, truly
A good two months

You like that band now?
The one I scream to as a drive my car
The one I showed you and you told me was sub-par?

Since when do you smoke Newport cigarettes?
When you could no longer smell mine burning against my thumb?
Or do you just like menthol because it makes you numb?

And now you've got scrapes and bruises
From trying to skateboard depression away
Sounds like my August and most of my own days

My point is here
I am not my habits or my vices
So do not attempt to adopt them
In an attempt to hold on to me

Get your own coping mechanisms
And abandon your fetishisms

Julia W Oct 5

It's been months
since I've written a poem
since I've turned simple words into pieces of art
since I've made sad stories seem beautiful
and inspiring

Its been months since
I've had anything to write about
months of freedom
and joy
and smiles

Its been months since I've written
for I don't write happy poems
now I have
more sad stories
to turn into beauties

Some of us let the summer month’s gets to your head
As we feel the heat we become one with nature
Naked, green and unapologetic,
a kind of trend which most people follow,
and hard for the some of us to swallow

Like all other things the summer heat can
Make the darkest man visible, the sleaziest worm
Crawl to the surface, for a dark tan
But it surely cans nectar the honey for  the Gods
Fall is upon us, as our joints began to ache,

Halloween is a drawing near,
Am I the only one whose seem to care?
The fly flies settle down under the broad leaves
And here I am the green poet from New York is visiting Tennessee

Those Hot summer bikini bodies, is now as cold as Niagara Falls  
We fret as we began to throw down, the last of the summer days
Creeping backs into our jean and Woolly Love Heart Jumper:

Suddenly, here come the hurricane months, September,
October and November all with they uncertainties
  
As I kept expressing my feeling into poetry,
With my frequent minds pop no matter how strange
Embrace them I probably will do the same.

chickn Aug 11

Am I the only one
who noticed that
the clock stopped?

Am I the only one
who witnessed it
start up again,
two years later?

The months are going by
so
much
slower,
now.

The clock stopped during math class.

An excerpt from my Wattpad poetry book, Wanderlust. Read it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/110035274-wanderlust-poetry

The rain lasted for months after we said those goodbyes. Maybe it was a sign that even the universe cried for us because we no longer found love in one another.

cher Jul 8

fourteen months
led to nothing,

fourteen months
of tears in the pillow,

fourteen months
lying to myself,

fourteen months
wasting the ache,

fourteen months
knowing it would end this way

a thing happened and i thought i was over it but i guess i wasnt

20 second poetry
savs Jun 19

You don't know this yet,
but I'm gonna meet you
in a few days
and on the 13th of December
you'll let me be yours

My mother will hate you
for a couple of years,
but I'll leave the house
i grew up on
just to be next to you;
all the hard work and sleepless nights
will be worthwhile

Sixty months after that,
we're going to get married
on the 18th of June,
and our children will be happy,
i promise

I'm aware of all this stuff
because, twenty three years later,
I'm still in love with your laugh,
your jokes, your rants
and changing moods

I'll always be thankful
for that first conversation we had
eight thousand, three hundred
and seventy seven
days ago

-savs

ShowYouLove Mar 3

March is Saint Patrick’s Day and Green
March is still cold outside
March is trees
March is before April
March is springtime and tornadoes
March is in like a lion out like a lamb
And in like a lamb and out like a lion
March is rain and rainbows and sunshine
March is flowers
March is Black Women History Month
This is March

a collaborative effort between staff and individuals where I work
Feliz G Feb 22

I dared not to repeat history,
To not repeat that life changing mistake, But different actions, same results.

I piece together this puzzle,
Oh so carefully.
From my experience in the past few months,
I've learned the things we did to fail.

But this isn't enough,
Not much information gathered.
And so, here am I walking on a similar path,
It feels like October 14th all over again.

I don't want this to end up like the 14th... not again... not him.
Brianna Feb 15

I drove by the place i used to spend hours roaming hoping to find you. Its been forever since we've been there at the same time. Somewhere along the way things changed for me and i can't bring myself to go back to that place and feel hurt over it. I think i only miss you now and then because i haven't found anyone else. You were in my dreams the other night, in a totally cliche kind of way, and even in my head you leave me dizzy and nauseous (in the best kind of way). But to be honest i don't think i could face you in real life, i'd be too embarrassed after what I've done. Though i never saw you when i wanted to anyhow, so i guess i still won't now. Overall, i miss you completely and i don't miss you at all.

Part 2 of 12. There's a fine line between forgetting you and missing you. (written 15/02/2017)
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