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NewsieI leave everything just a bit paler,
but never worse for wear.
I feel your energy being sucked out even as I look you in the eyes.
Why is it always about you?
For once, let's just let you fall a bit.
Take away the vibrant things from you and you're just a pair of blackened lungs and accusing eyeballs, really.
I'm not exaggerating.
I've thought about it a lot, cause you can still do all the things you need to do with just those.
Your lungs can breath in and slowly descend, as if you could still be using that air to yell
Those eyes always look mean.
Show me that look again, again, and try and ask for something more than you deserve.
Your life, forever continuing on.
I'm just like you, if you think about it.
I'M NOT AND WILL NOT AND CAN NOT AND SHALL NOT SO CRY AGAIN, AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN
My headlines will not read out, because they aren't as worthy and never could have been, to be honest.
rubyLet my thorns cut your neck,
cause I'm really just not too sure about anything anymore
Did you care?
Did I care?
"No," she said, the wind whipping her hair like a cruel master's hand,
I liked the way you stained yourself auburn for me.
Veins could cry for years and never produce the red you do.
Silent FilmSilent Film
i watch movies
with the sound turned off.
coffee stains on my couch
as my eyes stare at the screen.
requiem for a dream careen,
carom off broad pupils
as the air conditioning
converses with shadows.
light bouncing off glass--
it’s the only lively thing here.
sitting on the edge of irony.
loveseat divots as sitting love pivots
and we were just a hiccup
in romanticised gossip rising
from hungry tongues
and parched throats.
as memories kiss me,
i drop the clicker to the carpet.
i haven’t vacuumed in ages.
intravenous inception is a depressant
watching electro-shock therapy
wishing i was thrown into that box.
heavy eyelids scintillate
to a crawl,
my life is a silent film
and i’m bursting like ellen,
suffering from a psychosis cocktail.
coffee and shit mixed in with demons
of a diluted denizen,
disintegrated before riven.
before folding like sara,
bending into origami
and discarded into the shredder.
Her name was HeroHer name was Hero,
such a high thing to live up to.
It promised great things for her,
but she was none.
well, none except one.
She was a small girl,
Who always bowed down to others,
was looked down upon by others,
spit upon by others until she was just another smudge in the greasy linoleum tile hallways of this prison.
Her name was Hero.
She was taught to embrace the cool pull of the rope,
the indifferent slice of the knife,
the vibrant red of the galls and cuts became the only color in her life.
She was grey.
And every day she looked into the great abyss of social media,
and she was popular.
She couldn't escape her fate even when in the perpetual twilight of her neglected room
where grey walls met grey floors through a hidden door.
But she endured.
Her name was Hero,
and when she graduated from the class of "we made it" and "Embrace the hate",
Until one da
twenty-twoyou aren't supposed to bury your children.
but if you're the one that killed them,
i guess it doesn't matter
Contest - Create a World unseenI was filled with joy
That soon came to an end
When I saw your hand
Reaching for the doorknob
While I stared at the door
Waiting for you to burst in
About to destroy this place
of peace and serenity
I swallowed hard
One last time
The door swung open
Your eyes filled with
Ignorance and confusion
You looked at me
Being bare naked and
Your confusion made place
And before you could even
say a word-
I shut down the light,
left my thoughts
And turned to dark.
To my once muse. It seems that centuries have passed sense I savored your name on my lips.
Sugary and moist, like the bottom end of a strawberry.
Now, whenever I whisper it;
it tastes like bitter old cigarettes.
I have been told to loathe endings.
But I can't help but love the way the spine of the book creases to a close.
Dust mites residing in the crooks of metaphors.
Of gleaming memories that had long began to rust.
As if the puffs of the cigarette were flavored with strawberries.
You, who with her single existence fueled me with the soupy red of hatred.
Melancholic blues of regret.
And vibrant buds of acceptance.
Who shall I write poems about now?
You have stringed my similes across your languid neck.
Cracked my irony between bony knuckles.
Chewed by conjugated verbs.
No matter what, remember you are special.
So much more than you shall ever know.
You were my m
daily affirmationsi scribble words onto scraps of paper --
"you are beautiful."
"smile today, darling."
"you are worth the world."
-- pouring my heart into each sentence
before I let the wind snatch them away;
letting it carry them to those in need,
sending my thoughts to anywhere.
Catch the WindOut in this world, you'll never reach the sky.
Perched up in a tree, no use of your wings.
Words will bounce and sounds will dim
"Why don't you do it? Just fly."
You'll say no
You'll say the view is much nicer up here.
Well that's it, isn't it?
It's just a view.
"Don't you want to perch on that sight?"
Fools stay still
Fools let the world stomp on those wings.
But you'll say you don't need them.
"Well what if you do soon?"
Over countless lectures
And endless wisdom
You'll stay in your tree.
And say it's better for you
Then it is for me.
Who can say when or if you'll branch away
Over the cliffs and through the plains.
But then you will.
For once, you'll see.
The only thing holding me back
Not everybody will ever get to fly.
But please, oh please try
Before you die.
Under The TreeYou are my boogie wooggie
Let's rock'n'roll baby
And that first kiss you gave me under the tree
Tasted like a thousand volts of honey
We were dancing in the night rain like children do
All friends staring at this beautiful scene called love
Yet since this is not an act we decided to secretly escape from the party
And what a celebration we started, baby
The forest was our natural playground
We walked hands in hands knowing a sacred path was being taken
A secret step to something more and to a life less ordinary
The way back home for two souls recovering their energy
The love, the lust, the chemistry
So many things and what a kiss you gave me
I love you sweet angel
You are my boogie wooggie
LightningYou believe in me more than the kids of the gutters believe in their dirty Jesus pieces
clutched tightly to trembling chests.
They go through heats with uneasy knees
and show the world what they can do;
they can paint the world, one disappointment at a time
with hearts crossed out at the crossroads of a
muddy street sign.
and you believe in me?
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