1. Read More

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  4. It’s 12:45Am

    You are on my mind

    I still can’t find sleep

    It feels like something is missing

    I feel like my bed has been empty for too long

    I don’t want sex

    I need you to share your warmth

    I need you to hold me

    I need to feel your heart beat

    And I need your hand to gently run through my hair

    I need it, don’t ask why

    I just do

    Maybe it’s a bad idea to think I need you

    Or ever did

    I certainly find myself thinking of your soft kisses quite often

    And my poetry sucks now

    It does

    Stop telling me it doesn’t

    Because I know it does

    You ruined it

    My mind is in constant commotion

    It is like a dog who gives all of its attention to a squirrel

    I’m the dog, you’re the squirrel

    Sorry that this isn’t romantic

    But fuck you for making me fall in love with you

    Fuck you for being the perfect height

    Your arms fit almost too perfectly around me

    And my head rest perfectly on your chest

    But again fuck you I hate how the only poetry I can write is sappy

    And this should be a letter but it’s written in stanzas and lines and poetry format

    Look at how crappy my poetry is omg

    I literally would hate myself if I read this

    Stop being so cute

    I like how you kept the beard for me

    Seriously I can play with it all day

    And you look adorable

    And I want to kiss you now but it is 1AM

    And it took me fifteen minutes to write this shitty poem

    It has no flow, rhyme, or even really a purpose

    But fuck you I love you

    1 week ago  /  15 notes

  5. Squirt and Slim Jim’s

    When I was in middle school I was lucky
    My best friend lived in my backyard
    And we hung out everyday
    We spent summers eating Slim Jim’s
    And drinking squirt
    While watching Supernatural on the big screen
    At night we talked about religion
    And even aliens
    And especially ghosts
    Such big concepts to us then
    Maybe even more so now
    I am talking to her for the first time in years
    I moved away
    Ad she moved even further
    In the opposite direction
    So much has changed
    We both were crushed by the heaviness of the world
    And the selfishness of society
    We both found methods to cope
    Whether it be boys
    Drugs
    Or tearing up our bodies
    We tried it all
    And found it helped
    To destroy ourselves
    This sadness that leaves scars on the wrist
    That destroys our will to live
    And love
    And finally trust someone
    Not having each other
    As a crutch
    Was really tough
    When it came to new places
    And faces
    Because this change in scenery
    Took my only friend from me
    And threw me in a sea of sharks
    It was hard in highschool
    Feeling so alone
    Those should be the years of fun
    And giving no fucks
    But instead I filled it wih drugs
    I am better now

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  6. I need some writing inspiration.. I hate how long it’s been since I’ve written. Stupid writers block

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  7. Yesterday I went to a poetry open mic and performed a poem for the first time ever! It’s soo nerve racking, my heart was beating so fast. Oh my goodness I still can’t believe I went through with it. Honestly though I recommend it 100% It’s so great to share poetry with so many people who are interested in it and who can relate

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  10. My dad the greatest man

    When I was a kid

    I believed my dad was the greatest person in the world

    Society had taught me that those who gave you life

    Probably created the earth

    Honor thy mother, and thy father

    I lived these guidelines completely

    I loved each with my whole heart

    Which at such a young naïve age had an intensity greater than the fusion of all stars

    My childhood had deceived me

    When I grew older, but not much taller

    When my mind had figured out 2+2 doesn’t always equal four

    It was then that I had realized

    Just because he is your father

    Doesn’t always mean you owe him more

    I don’t owe him the love he has convinced me he deserves

    Brainwashed at such a young age to realize my dad

    Well, my dad was a scumbag

    My weekends were spent waiting, watching outside the living room window

    My mom would try to discourage us from this

    Instead of getting mad at him, I was angry with her

    I told her he’s MY dad, he will show up

    My dad is the greatest man.. my dad will show up

    For hours I would wait

    From 9 am to 8 pm, I would waste my whole day

    And when I called my dad, the greatest man

    He wouldn’t pick up the phone

    Until two weeks later when he called to say he would be there

    But for months he wouldn’t show

    When I was a kid I thought my father knew the best for me

    What I did was assume

    And had I not made an ass out of you and me

    I probably would have realized what was called child abuse

    I probably would know how to vocalize my opinions in a way that wasn’t a silent misunderstanding

    Or a misunderstood silence

    And I probably would have learned that painting my skin in anger meant for him wasn’t the answer

    My dad, the greatest man had many faces

    Depending on the girlfriends he had he decided when to love us

    Depending on the girlfriends he had he decided when it was time for us

    Depending on the girlfriends he had he decided how to treat us

    So when his girlfriend lifted her hand to hit me he ignored it

    And when she dragged me by the arm to choke me he ignored it

    As a child I assumed it was okay

    I thought that if my dad allowed it, I deserved it

    I grew up thinking that people taking their anger out on me was okay

    I grew up thinking it must me, that even though I loved him with such an intensity

    And even though I worshipped my dad, the greatest man

    That I was the one who was not enough

    I thought that I wasn’t loveable

    I thought that no matter what I did no man could love me

    With bruises dismissed as clumsiness at doctors’ visits

    I thought that my presence was a mistake

    Tears that were shed in the comfort of a locked room

    Dropped like the acid that was slowly ruining my brain

    My mind constantly searched for what was wrong with me

    I constantly searched for something to mask the pain

    My whole life I have wondered why I wasn’t good enough

    Why couldn’t I be good enough?

    Until the day I realized razors weren’t the answer

    And that art was meant for paper

    Until the day shit had finally hit the fan

    And I pulled apart each meaningful moment we had

    And those moments couldn’t equal the size of a speck of dust

    In fact the meaningful moments we had, had the sum of none

    Until the day I realized my dad, the greatest man had left

    My dad the greatest man was a coward who used his own children

    My dad, wasn’t worth my love

    Because I was blessed with a heart that could love each soul

    And I could see the good in everyone, even when I couldn’t see it in myself

    But my dad the greatest man couldn’t see that he had lost his chance with me

    And when he called years later it was me not picking up the phone

    And when he forgot me I didn’t care because I had finally learned to love myself

     © Jenny Paz 2014 

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