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You've always been there. nevermore than a phone call away i've had so many phases you're probably tired of this old sway remember when we used to swing together old swingset, rusting chains remember when we used to laugh and I'd scream and then gravity would pull us back again but your swing always ended up in sway with mine everyone else always floated away and then it was just your eyes starring into mine telling me that everything would be okay and i believed you and i never believed anyone and i trusted you and i never trust anyone and i loved you; with my whole heart, my entire soul and i've never done it again you broke me i br

Give time for the cancer to spread Leave the infection to merrily run its course Let it foul the waters we drink And riddle our crops and cattle until they never wake Cattle...is what we are A herd of sheep, following the shepherd with the biggest stick And like the sheep or steer; we exist to be used To be stripped of all that we are And slaughtered out of pity or spite We are the stolen pieces that flow from these kills Used to feed the weary and lame Not to say that help should be withheld forever Not to say that help should be given forever Only that help must be earned And given by those who can muster it The silver spoon does not wa

You were twelve years old when you nearly drowned. A family adventure to the lake ending in panicked cries and murky lips, and the realization that your lungs were not the invincible things you imagined them to be. That your fingers could not claw through things that they could not touch. That there would be times when your eyes could only serve to watch the surface get further and further away. Your mother cried as your father forced the air back into your chest; and later you cried as you woke thrashing against sheets that would feel like waves of muddy water for years to come. Ten years later there would be no one left to breathe the life

A heart can still bleed once it's stopped beating And a soul can leave the body once one still breathes I can cross over the bar Better to be forgotten than remembered The hollow wind to blow the name of the sad life of one To carry the burden of the responsibility It's exhausting To carry like a sack over the hunched backs of us Keep the name under the sand And free those from it Far from humanity is where it follows Keep it safe and sound to your own Bury it among your other precious belongings For other than the name we treasure only one thing However one cannot keep it forever The beast inside creates the sanity to go wild One can l

    It was hard to think about life before this. Under any other circumstances, it probably would have been amazing. Running with Asher, hand in hand, exploring and camping. Nobody could tell us we couldn't be together and nothing to hold us back. For so long, that was all I wanted.    Now, however, I would give anything to have things back to the way they were. My family was gone and the only person I had left was Asher. It would not get him too. No matter what, I would protect him from the abyss.    I must have squeezed his hand tighter, because he stopped running. "You okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.    It wasn't until then that I n

i. You only ever really get to know people in parts. Footsteps and eyelashes like cogs in clockwork; mannerisms traceable as the ridges in a key, never for any doors but for thoughts and their daydreaming; impulses to run, leap, unbreathe and just the right amount of everything and nothing in between. We are all less than solid in solitude; emulsified in white and all its shades because the prism was too truthful to the touch. You'd think hurricanes would be stronger in the rain. ii. But then we are also too much poem to be washed away.

Sitting on a patch of grass Where the sun shines through the trees My dearest friend, I remember you But do you remember me? Do you recall the laughter That would scare away the cranes And how we sat in fields of clover Making daisy chains Do you recall the park we found And climbing up the tree Then sitting under its cool, kind shade Serving imaginary tea Or the time I snuck into the yard Of a builders, like a mouse To steal some wood and rope To make a cubbyhouse Remember fishing at the creek That time where I fell in And you dived in to save me Though you hadn't learnt to swim Remember when we made those swords And s

We were seventeen when we met. The first thing you said to me was "Open your eyes and see." You were a collection of skinned knees and your father's broken promises, holding onto your fears like miniature phantoms clinging to the bit of skin beneath your eyes, the indentations of muscle in your chest. You taught me how to make things beautiful. You taught me that every little pinprick, every pop of pain, every tiny little slit, cut, rip was God's design, and if he was a painter, you said I'd be the Mona Lisa. You said I was a work of art. You made big towering claims like your hopes for San Francisco, you piled me up like cities and sky

When I say the word, "firefly," what do you see? Look beyond this moment. Do you see a campfire? Or an old mason jar with holes in the top? Do you see stars that God made tangible for us? Or perhaps you see a small light in the darkness. When I was a kid, I spent my summer chasing fireflies. I followed star after soaring star until I eventually lost sight of their glimmer. After, when I was left there in the darkness, I realized how far from home I had wandered. When their light was within my reach, I didn’t see how far out of my comfort zone I was stepping because those little sparkling lights were my definition of beauty in the darkn

I am the constant reminder of my failures I reiterate every single moment in my head The past never leaves me alone I get so angry at myself for the flaws I create And I think terrible things My world is dark and cold And nothing I do is right Every move I make is in the wrong direction Every word that I say breaks a heart There is no light inside It’s easy to fool those around me when I put on my mask A counterfeit brand is my name I am like the blood to a psycho, nonstop and tainted I cannot say no   I want it to stop ringing in my brain But the ghostly mist entangles my mind I no longer look at a positive future but at a negative pas