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 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Megan Grace
Veins
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Megan Grace
I talked about your hands
today, how such a simple
part of a person has never
made me feel so secure. I've
been thinking too much
lately about what I would
do without them.
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Lily Gabrielle
I slept through the fall
And tripped through the spring
On pebbles that grew wings
and flew to my window
Shattering glass
between my arms and your past
But the wind blew again,
Packed my door shut with snow
Until all there was to do
Was get high
And pray your hands
made it back to mine.
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Megan Grace
Dear,
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Megan Grace
all my poems have stopped
sounding like poems and
just read like I'm trying to
write you the same letter
in eighty different ways.
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Traveler
Taunted by unseen forces
I am powerless to extremes
Why shall I be forsaken
In my lucid lover’s dream?

In cognitive slumber
I live a life of grief
I play the easy plunder
And await my special thief...

I see our world
Through enlightened eyes
I know my heart is not divine
The paths of love
Tear through the mind...

Chasing her, I dread the voice
That wakes me when I tire
Beckoning me to pace myself
And seek unknown desires...

The trespasses of one’s heart
Are far beyond the soul
Thus ‘tis the larger part
That I may never know
I believe that there's something to believe in...
R Po TT 07 2019
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Morgan
Love does not
complicate your breathing
That's lust
Love allows you to finally
breathe just right
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Madisen Kuhn
I don’t have a problem with saying too little, you don’t have to carve inspiration into a health room desk or vandalize a bathroom stall to get me to tell him how I feel. I have a problem with acting as if it’s four a.m. all day long and forgetting that you don’t need to know about my every mood swing: my Sunday highs and Tuesdays lows and Thursday nothings. I think my biggest fault is bothering you to tell me all the thoughts that have yet to cross your mind (and maybe wishing they had.) I want you to want to know everything I feel at any given moment: what I thought of this evening’s sunset and how long it took me to fall asleep last night and why track two of my favorite album makes me feel like I’m in a dream. I want you to want me to know why you painted your bedroom walls yellow and how often you floss your teeth and which day of the week you feel happiest on. But most of all, I want to know everything you feel, even before you’ve felt it.
I was drowning in depression
Desperation
I just needed someone to talk to

But I figured
There's nothing better than this
So I remained sitting
Cross-legged
On the floor of my bathroom cubicle
Jets of ice-cold water pouring
Over my head
My forehead
Eyes, Nose
Legs
Dripping down
Down
As a cloud of grey  
Enclosed me
Within itself


How do I even battle this
I thought
But that was just momentary
And it slipped away
Down, down, down
My mood remained downcast
Dreary

I wish the world could
W o u l d  f a d e  t o  g r e y
Comments?
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Megan Grace
Mostly I ache for the times
late in the evening when
we've resolved to mush on
top of each other- stroking
fingers and lingering
forehead kisses- and your
words come in soft tides
on my neck. I can't fathom
being with anyone else.
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Morgan
Untitled
 Sep 2013 Ting-Jun
Morgan
insomnia
depression
anxiety
maybe they're the cause
of my distraction
well slept
well kept
and secure
maybe they're the cause
of my attraction

love is not finding your ideal self
in the chest of someone else
this isn't love at all
*i'm sorry
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