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 Apr 2014 Jared Eli
Elizabeth Ann
It's hard to write poetry
When your mind stops
Tracing the words
Of your day dreams
And your heart starts
Pumping the emotion
Of night thoughts
 Apr 2014 Jared Eli
Elizabeth Ann
The butterflies dance in my thoughts
Braiding my mysteries along
With the frost in the air
Hoping that you might be just fine
I wrote this poem using only words that autocorrect presented to me.
 Apr 2014 Jared Eli
Elizabeth Ann
Promise me
That you will not
Make empty promises
Promises
Without meaning
Or sincerity
Because
I don't know
If I can handle
Another
Broken heart
Just so you know, dear Girl,
I can't read your messages
if I wanted to:
THAT PAGE IS NOT CURRENTLY VISIBLE.

I can't view your page
if I wanted to:
THAT PAGE IS NOT CURRENTLY VISIBLE.

I can't text you or call you
if I wanted to:
I deleted your number a number of months ago.

Sorry, but not really.
I just wanted you to be able to know
if you wanted to
that I've tried to read your new stuff
that I've tried to read your messages
and I've tried to send you a message back,
however, that page is not currently visible.

Know that I don't hate you
and I don't begrudge you, per se,
it's just that I haven't been able to stand even the thought of you.

I don't think of you as a *****.
I thought you were a very cool person.
That's part of what made it hurt so bad.

I know we're both young.
I know we made mistakes.
I don't wish you ill.

To me, a lot is based on Respect
and you made it impossible
for me to respect you
for a little while.

Perhaps that will change someday.
Perhaps we will bump into each other sometime.
Perhaps we could become friends once more
and see where it goes,
but don't get your hopes up
because that page
is currently not visible.
There are three of us in the room

You
Me
And Silence

Sometimes Silence is kind
Gracing us with hands wrapped tight
Breathing deep, scents of each other strong
Legs tangled, arms bent, not knowing
Where one ends and the other starts

Sometimes Silence is excited
Static between us building
Twitchy and impatient
Eyes large and watching the trees roll by
As we drive down the black road

Sometimes Silence is content
And sits with us while you write words
Stroking the keys, like it is a fine instrument
And I lay reading, sipping tea across the room on the floor
The world is quite and so are we

Sometimes Silence is angry
Though we haven't experienced this yet, we will
And tension will hang like the humid summer time atmosphere
While we sit, confused and bubbling, trying to think
Of ways to say sorry without fumbling with words

Because words get in the way
And Silence is malleable, fluid
Silence is water
It can slip through our hands
Or can be contained

No matter what you do
Silence will be there

Thank you for making the Silence bearable
For making it less frigid
Less lonely or painful

Thank you for filling the Silence with so much life
 Apr 2014 Jared Eli
Elizabeth Ann
I am so desperate for change
That sometimes
I catch my unsatisfied fingers
Playing in my pockets
In hope to find something
Something
And scraping the limits of the fabric
Only to find
Crumpled receipts
And old pieces of lint
 Apr 2014 Jared Eli
Tallulah
Tomorrow, the phrase
“I love you”
will belong to yesterday’s lips
my feelings for you
will belong to yesterday’s words.
Soon I won’t remember the chords
of your madness
or the taste of your sadness
sitting on my tongue like chocolate mints.
So in these last few weeks
we pull at the strings to rip
at the seams of us with ****** fingertips
cause in a slice of time
your name won’t belong in my rhyme.
You’ll be another past lover
that lives at the bottom of a shoebox
shuffled together with the love letters
of other men who swore themselves to me.
When my daughter fingers through
the pages dedicated to your eyes
I’ll softly remember you
throwing rocks at crooked pottery
from ceramics class. I’ll remember
that dark December and
your flimsy reflection through tinted glass.
I’ll remember what it felt
to be young, naïve,
and madly in love.
Bigender
Pansexual
Asexual
Gay
Lesbian
Cisgender
Transgender
Agen­der

And many more
Labels racing through
My head
I can't even think straight
Or let alone be straight

I once thought pansexual
But I don't prefer physical interaction
Maybe bisexual?
But I like anyone and
Everyone

Asexual?
I've gotten off
I just don't prefer to
Shutting myself off
Is something I can do

Female and male stereo types
But I fit neither one
Sometimes I'm more of a man
Than my brothers could ever be
And sometimes I am more girly

All these labels
And I'm so confused
Does anyone really know?
Maybe I don't fit
Any labels

Maybe I'm just
Me
The only thing that could be better than good Satire
would be a World in which it is not pertinent.
 Apr 2014 Jared Eli
R
She likes you too
So?
I see her (sometimes) as a threat
Rach, you're mine. Only mine
She is great, but what if I lost?
Shes not you
I always lose
Im yours, you won
The war is already done
What war, There is no competition, Rach
I can't lose, please don't leave me
I won't
I've already lost
*Rach...
Just some thoughts. Not real. Just something that could happen... Hmm....
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