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Darkness is the mirrorDarkness is the mirror.
We speak of love the way we address dinner.
The way we wait for dusk.
on the counter in a room of winter.
In silence it sizzles beyond the firewoods.
Backdropped thin and unexplained.
Our left hand numbed by the touch of time passing,
now a day calloused and blue.
How is it that light continues?
Traveling consistently the way love does not?
If love is our light,
then let it be
because we are not.
twenty-threescars are like tattoos
no matter how
they got there, you still
like the look of them.
Skyline MuseSkyline Muse
vistas of sylvan charms
cross my vision as we drive through art,
a mural of green flags
across a watercolor(ed) canvas.
with her arm out the window
the wind holding her tresses
in a tempestuous tenure,
she looks back at me
and flashes her beaming smile
as we drive towards the peak
aiming to hit the highest mark.
the gravel road rolling under turning tires,
we move up and up,
the sun falling the higher we go.
we always envisioned arriving here at sundown
and it’s yawning now,
so it’s only a matter of time
before it must tuck itself in for the night.
so when we reach crown of the mountain
and park the hardtop near the edge of the crest.
jewel encrusted skies tease auburn blankets
as the stars are finally materializing incarnate,
it’s almost heavenly to see the body
merge from fervor markers to cool ink.
the draft was a signal of the art just beginning,
feet moving across clay as we dangle soles
over the edge of the earth as the day
puts on its hoodie
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
little thingsI don’t want to be the wind beneath your wings
or any other monumental things
I wish to be feathers
(a hand to hold,
a gaze to meet
a place at night
to dream in peace)
so you can still fly
HappyWake up be positive
Going to have an amazing day
Watching my babies is going to be a joy
Even if I have to force myself I am going to be happy today
Not going to worry about anything but being with my little family
intentyou didnt mean that
dont say things you dont mean
things like that
theyll catch up to you
your heart isnt the only one hurting
so dont try to hurt another
its probably already been done
but it still hurts
you meant it?
i dont think you did
you wouldnt mean something like that
you wouldnt feel something like that
how could you say something like that
you loved her
i still do
i know it didnt work out
it ended pretty badly actually
to be honest id hate to be you right about now
but dont just
pass that onto someone else
that horrible feeling
is it only mine?
what do you mean its her fault?
are you listening to yourself?
you sound like an idiot
a cruel idiot
why would you say that
where is your heart
look what youve done
look what youve caused
this didnt have to happen
it didnt have to be like this
it didnt have to end like this
things could have been different
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.
You are not a loneHey you
I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone
You may be going through some hard shit and you think no one in the world is going through some hard times
But I bet if you ask anyone they have gone through the same thing or maybe worse
I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone
You do not have to go down a road that I went through
Don't pick up that bottle or the pills Don't use a razor or think of suicidal
Right now you might think that no one will give a fuck if you take your own life
But I bet plenty of people will care even if they do not act like it
I just wanted to let you know that you are not a lone
It will get better I promise might take a while but it will
It might also get worse but it will always get better
You are not a lone
High With a Hint of Realistic SaddnessSmoking weed in the front corner of my car, realizing my need for speed.
I've blown up both of my ear drums in an attempt to stop wheezing out the depression that continues to yodel from my mouth.
"I am the subject."
Arms crossed and both ear lobe pinch as I attempt to remake myself.
Withdrawned all of a sudden now.
"Ain't nobody's listening when they are not real, because there isn't anybody there."
"I am the subject. "
As the air seems to thicken and time had appeared to slowed slightly, I reexamine my state of sitting.
"Tennis ball bigger than the sky; closest to me."
"Where am I?"
I've confused myself again analyzing too deep into the state of me breathing.
Eyes closing, I attempt to stop thinking.
"Let it be now."
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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