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 Mar 2013 Claudia Ramirez
EMC
sadness floods through my body like a tidal wave
it's pulling me under, under, under
drowning out all reason and hope
someone save me
I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
Dear Mason,
How are you doing?
            I miss you
I still have some of your things here
when would you like to get them?
             You were my first love and you let me go
              Love,
From,
Anna


Dear Anna,
I am doing good.
                Why did I do this?
I can meet you at the Coffee Shop on Saturday
to get the things.
                I can't come home it would hurt to much
Can you please bring me my DVD's?
How are you doing?
                 Please tell me you miss me..
                 I never knew how much I needed you.
                 Forever Yours,
From,
Mason

Mason,
I am doing well.
                 I hate this just come home this is nonsense
Of course I can bring your DVD's
                 I can still smell your scent on your pillow
Have you seen that picture of me at the beach my
mother would like a copy.
                  I wish that you said sorry
                  I never knew how much this could hurt
Would you like my to bring the dog?
He lays on the bed now. He loves it.
                  I hate it I want you to be there instead
                   Forever in my heart,
From,
Anna


Annabelle,
No, I'm sorry I haven't seen the picture
                    I took it.. It's the only thing I have of you
Yes I would love to see Harley
                    I hate that he sleeps there.. I wish it was me.
I miss him very much.
                     You as well.
                      Miss You Forever,
From,
Mason


Mason,
Ok thanks anyways.
                    You will always be in my heart..
Good, He will be happy to see you.
                    I have been counting the days
I will see you at Three.
                     I'm sorry it had to end this way..
From,
Annabelle
 Mar 2013 Claudia Ramirez
Dante
Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty
     Expel my demons and watch them die with me
Satan Lord, Leviathan
     Give my demons an interesting origin
Plague me with poets smoking joints rolled with rejected poems
     Fill my thoughts with cockney accented thespians
Let them hold Academy award nominations from films long forgotten
     Enthuse my self-destruction
Bring me goth kids brought up in wholesome homes
Bring me Art school students choosing to abandon their degrees
Bring me women aroused by smashed clocks
Bring me men aroused by awkward teenagers
Bring me Christians questioning their faith
     Lord Almighty, God, Yahweh, Jehovah
Tell me the story of your disagreements with Vishnu
     Let me see Moloch's disgruntlement and subsequent drunk and disorderly
Show me when Hera was seducing your nephew
     Bring me into the world of the soap opera battles
Write to me Paris
Write to me Paris
     I want to read your poetry
     I want to read your mind
Sing to me Helen
Embrace me and we shall escape from torments
    Heavenly and humane
We shall watch hipsters walk past us
Smoking Spirits and drinking poison berry teas
     Let Adam grow disgruntled
     Let children laugh
If, Lord Jesus, you grant me my wish
    Send me a djinn with evil in his heart
Who's bound to be annoyed by my desires
    Send me an ent to lift me above my world
Send me an elf to love me for all my time
    Send me a mountain to travel over home
Transport me to Germany
Transport me to Spain
Transport me to New Zealand
Give me a free pass, one-way ticket to Darwin's islands
    Write my story so that I collect new, unprecedented species
And devour the flesh of my find
Hide me in Antarctica with a monstrous creation of my own mind
Let me eat
Let me gorge
Then starve me
    Show me Caligula
    Show me Marilyn Monroe
    Then leave me with Ed Wood
And force me to watch his films so that I may inherit my grandfather's fortune in comic books
    Which, of course, will bring her to love me again
Oh Lord Jesus
Lord of Hosts
Possess me so that I may live again
In the crisp morning air I breath deep and stand at the bridge looking out to the sea.
The rocks will never mean the same thing and the sand will never again belong to me.
Light from the sun rises but it will never be like the dawn before.
No one is here but me and the wind seeps through my jacket and into my bones.
I remember when I sat waiting for her to awake and the times we all sat and waited for nothing,
but now I wait for the past as the future brings me the present.
Yet, nothing can compare to what has already been shared and because of that I sit and think of how I long for yesterday.
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.
How I love that grin, that smile
That makes my own lips turn
Towards heaven. Or is it hell.
Oh that they could meet.
Oh that your fingers could graze my wrist
Or cheek to seek my flesh, if not
Only by mistake.
You give me reason and reverence
To stay finger width apart.
I fear your touch would burn,
And sear that I might flee.
To hasten away from
Your presence that I suffer.
For you drive daggers deep
Into my heart, my flesh, my mind.
But my cares for you reign in my want,
For which you should be thankful.
With you pain becomes my master
And my lover and I know not
The difference between the two.
Everyday my life begins and then ends.
For your presence is like lightning
And I seek to be struck by it’s bright death daily.
Do you not see the lively sparks
Cascading down the rivers of my eyes?
Down the contours of my neck
To their grave within the thud
Of an empty heart.
But everyday I return to receive
The painful punishment of a lack
Of air that I desperately
Seek to fill my lungs.
I love your ignorance to my pain.
I love how you fail to notice
My trembling brow and quivering lip.
Or am I too unaware?
Perhaps your hands fill a blank page
With sorrowful strife and twisted tongue.
Perchance we are both bound with what will
Always go unspoken, unfulfilled, and unloved.
And our shame is ******
And our folly is to our own charge.
For there will come that day when
Your hand touches my breast
Only to find it’s beat forever at rest.
This poem confirms it.
I am a great poet.
And not because I rhyme,
Because I don’t.
Or because I use metaphors,
Because I won’t
Just like the sky,
I am for everyone.
My words are meant to be sad,
But to overall cause a thought.
To relate my pain to your pain.
To transfer an idea,
The only one which matters.
We are all the same,
Just living our lives differently.
When I am heartbroken,
You are heartbroken.
Because we are all heartbroken.
And so I am a great poet.
Because I can share,
This simple fact.
And make you think,
About that one time a guy or girl,
Broke your heart,
Or brought it back,
And so you’ll say I’m right or wrong,
You’ll criticize the technicalities or,
Over joy over the story I preach,
But in the end we all agree.
I am a great poet.
And this poem confirms it.
I thought we were good.
Tight 'til the end.
Funny how she can change that.
Even more funny how in a week
maybe two
she'll be ******
and once again we will be good.
But ready yourself for the funniest of all.
I will take it again.
I'll probably take your complaining about her.
Take your chatter about how you shouldn't have trusted her.
Take it all in.
I'll probably forgive and forget.
Just think about that.
Think about how she will betray you
like you have betrayed me.
And the cycle will start again.
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