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turning overI float face up
in the murk, the abyss
and consider turning over.
I am splashed with these
anxious droplets, thousands
I am quaking from this
chill, my organs in shock
You are not seeing these
hefty worries, millions
I am trying to remember
I still float
on the edge of these infinite horizons
When I wake
if i wake
will I embrace the comfort of clouds?
will I gaze across barren skies?
An IntermissionYour gaze lies heavy as a weight
firm and unforgiving
upon my mind.
I wilt under its wait, Calm
Cool, Collected, and perfectly nonchalant
Your gaze burns as the surface of the sun
oil and lava
upon my eyes
I wonder if I should look away, Frenzied
Hot, Scattered, and incredibly obvious
My gaze falls quick as a baby bird
too young to fly
upon your heart
RegressionWho is knocking? pitter patter
Outside my door
On a particularly loud day
I will see her drift by:
words on the wind,
a maze swimming
over a sea of images.
She will never stop
she can't stop
until she finds her
Breeze through the trees
catches on the leaves
and I wonder why
I don't see her
than a barest glimpse--
a lens flare on a sunny day--
just enough of the big picture
to paint a stroke of doubt,
forever a scar on the back of my mind.
Happy Fucking Fourth of JulySeeing red
White hot anger a coiled spring in my chest.
Age always forgets…
maturity remains with memories
while actions go forth blind.
Bind my dreams.
Lash my hopes.
Assault my heart.
Is it that hard to apologize?
Shame on Age:
it should fucking know better.
An older brother for a father
instead of butterfly kisses
Running On Empty, A 'How To' GuideHow am I supposed to eat my buildings?
Poison’s on the drafting table:
my pencils are only protecting me,
my hands their loyal servants.
I was only ever kidding myself.
I’m not cut out for this life.
The only things I’m eating
are processed saturated fats.
How am I supposed to make an outline
when I have
No Fucking Idea what I’m doing?
Am I even doing?
Unchecked: essays, job, license, writing, drafting
You don’t want to know what I’ve done,
what I’ve thought of doing.
You don’t want to know what I
wish I’d do.
Is this my life?
Moping and Wishing?
I stare into the mirror
like it will make a fucking difference.
And then I sit on my bed,
Hold my fucking bunny,
Write like there’s a point to
And I will for it to all go away.
Whymen?Many thoughts decide to cross my mind, while
a few choice thinks choose to tarry longer.
For example: is it in its nature
for a fox to be sly, or does it want
The Chase, Catch, Evasion as it so leads?
Perhaps, after a fashion, consider
the Alpha wolf…does he choose dominance?
Or is he really just pretending
to save face in the ‘innocuous’ pack.
Turn now to the helpless bunny rabbit:
a baby amongst mewling predators.
"At least it won’t be baked into a pie,"
whispers the half-assed, half-hearted conscious.
When we strip the animal metaphor
(Beating the dead horse or around the bush?)
might we be left with anything at all?
The purpose and meaning of a hymen,
and the questionable existence of
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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