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21Spiraling to bones
this carnival ride
always brings me
back to this place.
Look at the invisible
up there riding stars
the smoke carried you away.
The body doesn't know
the mind has put stones
in pockets and walked to water.
Here is a shell
good for nothing.
Put it on a bookcase
or throw it away.
20All the voices; the people,
the sea, that's what they are.
A vein opening, they seep and slither.
This static cold after the wash of warmth.
Quickly forgotten, days of nothing.
Glass eyes and skin of wax,
sickly sweet the rotted flowers.
Lips sewn shut; no one listened anyway.
19Darkness bids them sleep
leaving the roads for myself
to move in quiet.
The light brings them forth
I wrap myself in shadow
hiding what I am.
I wait with patience
for a time when the darkness
will never retreat.
18Here is the truth written plain:
While you are asleep I lay awake beside you.
I listen to your breathing to know that you are alive.
Let me go first.
Here is the truth written plain:
I don't believe in the supernatural but I have made you my god.
You are the reason I stay when I could easily go.
This world is not for me.
Here is the truth written plain:
I'm not much at all and I know it full well
But I feel the arms of Death and I haven't felt Life in years.
You can do no wrong.
I've lost time.I've lost time. I have no idea where I misplaced it. Maybe there was a hole in one of my pockets that day and it fell out while I was busy dreaming of the future or dwelling in the past.
I didn't even notice I had lost it until one day I looked for it and found a calendar of nothing. I even walked all the way through the forest of memory to the station at the very end and I asked the old man with the pocket-watch if he could look through the lost and found. He told me it was gone forever but he gave me a ticket to board the steam engine so I wouldn't have to walk back in the rain.
On the way back I watched the shadows of my life through the foggy window. I should have just walked in the damn rain.
His name was her name
And her name was his name.
Two rivers emptied into the same basin
And can you tell the waters apart?
You can't take one, leaving the other
And expect the other not to follow the one.
She carried the embers into the house
And didn't wake up again.
16The moon renders a highway
As the trees paint the spectre,
You sit with a stillness — unnatural;
You listen for the twigs to snap.
My pulse is a bird straining
Against a cage of flesh.
Watch Me Persevere [contest submission]When an ocean of sadness threatened to drown her
And she really thought it would have been easier
To just sink into the deep, she gave herself the
Chance to swim. Even though she was tired, she
Headed towards the shore.
Making footprints in the sand, she wondered if this was far enough.
Even though she was still tired, she decided to go on.
Pacing herself, she moved through the years,
Eventually learning that each step was a triumph. She found that her
Reservoir of strength was much deeper than the ocean -
Stretched further than the shore.
Every step brought her closer to herself, to the
Very essence of her humanity.
Even though her journey is not complete, she
Rests now, knowing that she is
Everything she needs.
15Roads everywhere, serpents sprawling,
Endlessly beckoning. We must not be
Stagnant; ripple, flow, move.
Take up the luggage or
Leave it to rot.
House of sediment -
Endless blankets of rest
Embrace you then. There is
No need to fear a wrong turn, the
Destination is the same, no matter the road.
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
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