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My eyes are so swollen from flowers
We surf the stars
Curves together and sincere glances
Held together by skin
Carved in marble and slashed in cardboard
Breaking wood and cerebral intuition
I can ******* own mouth and I feel you
Fangs out and fists bared
Partners in crime for only moments
And say "Shoot muthafucka"
I'm the only one with the loaded gun.
this is inspired by Sad Girls "Norma and Jessica"
All I hear from the outside are muffled sounds. There are cars honking and people chatting but I am too focused with the idea of you being here, of you making sounds while you play with your cat. So, let me rephrase that. I hear everything that’s happening outside but I choose to hear you in my mind.

Everything is foggy but I am not anywhere near dizzy. Everything is foggy. I can’t remember the place where I come from before all these. Everything is crumpled into a piece of paper where I let my heart bled before you happened to me. Everything seems to be scary with the loud people and beeps of vehicles. I won’t ever take on risking my life for anything except here, in this place where you and I exist. Maybe from now on I will be.

This place must be big to fit the furniture and stuff you have but with you and I inside it just seems to shrink into a size of a doll house. It couldn’t contain what we feel that I can hear your heart beating from a meter. I will just try my best to pretend I am not staring at you with my peripheral vision. I will pretend that I can’t see you gazing at me with those mellow-painted eyes. I will pretend that you can’t hear my heart beating all for you. If I surrender, and I submit, we could both get into trouble.

Don’t laugh. I know we both can see everything from here. The curtains are closed but we have eyes to see beyond. That’s how we found each other’s arms. That’s how we ended up here. I repeat. Don’t laugh for the curtains may be closed but we both know we have audiences waiting for us to end this show.

For now, you may laugh. We both may laugh with sugar on our tongues and words as our cape. I have just one last request of you. May you never get tired of seeing my light that you’ll choose to open the curtains and I promise you. I’ll never dim this light to give to another except you.
I carry the
cruelty of Winter

Bleeds through all
of the seasons

Stops at your
heated Summer lips

My frostbitten lips
fear a kiss

The cold follows
with no reasons

Warm shivery sensation
like a splinter

On my mind
At the thought

Of both seasons
Meeting at once
Shared on Hello Poetry on March 21, 2016
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They say you can't save someone
Who's been thinking about suicide
Honestly though no one believes that
Everyone who has dealt with suicide
Blames themselves for the death of the people they cared about
It doesn't always last forever
Though it does stick around for awhile
The depression and the guilt
The feeling that it's going to happen again
Always putting up a wall so no one can ever hurt you again.
Because the pain is just to much to bear
I can't really speak for all of the people
Who've ever dealt with suicide
I think that most will agree though that these words are true  
For me and you
These words strike home
They hit us hard even though we thought we had moved on
Even if we think we're not affected by it anymore
It lingers inside of is
Waiting for the moment it can devastate us.
It's like a curse
Its always there
Even if we're unaware
So why lie and say we are fine
We are most certainly not although we don't wanna admit it but we could probably use some help.
Suicide is life changing
It can wreck someone who has to deal with loved ones doing it.
It can change government policy
Or even world policy.
Suicide is a very powerful topic and action
It's not too be used lightly
Or brought up in a joke
When people realize this
Then maybe something amazing could happen
We could actually save a life maybe.
We live
We die
We love
We hate
We all smile
We all cry
We all wish for peace
We all wish to die
One
Two
Three
Four

One
Two
Three
Four

Breathe in
Breathe out

Think about a happy place
Don't think about the gun at your head...

In...
Out...

Swinging on a rope,
Suns rays licking your face.
Brown hair raging in the blue sky,
Smile on red velvet lips.

Red...
Blood!!...
The guns at your head!
Your going to die...

No!
Happy thoughts

In...
Out...

In the water,
Cooling your core.
The clouds within no sight,
The water hugging you.

Water...
He drowned my friends!!..
And a guns at your head...
Your going to die...

Happy thoughts...
Happy thoughts...

In...
Out...

Your mum
Your dad
Your sister
And friends

There all dead!!
He killed them all...
There's a gun at your head...
So open your eyes...




**BANG...
 Feb 2016 Luna Casablanca
Jay
I shouldn't be telling you
that I think you're beautiful,
or that I think of you more often than I would like to admit.
And I shouldn't tell you that I must have read every single line 500 times.
I shouldn't say that I think you're perfect,
or that you make my heart flutter.
I shouldn't let you know that I look forward to seeing your name in my inbox.
I shouldn't say that I have never seen anybody radiate grace quite the way you do.
I shouldn't tell you that I fell asleep last night,
thinking of you.
I shouldn't cross your boundaries.
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