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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.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
STALKERYou cannot run from your past...
No strangled whisper,
No repentant plea of yours can escape these eyes.
For I have always been watching...
You believe yourself to be righteous,
But your actions have consequences!
You will not leave this place tonight,
Not while your heart remains beating.
And when you are worn from your escape;
When you are forced by exhaustion,
To shut those fevered eyes.
In your moment of weakness, I will arrive...
Justice will be served tonight,
Whilst the shadows dance with expectant glee!
You may forget what you have done,
But you will never be innocent...
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
AliveA ray of hope shines during the
Long restless hours
I keep enduring the task of
Vanquishing the darkness with the
Energy from the depths of my soul
WishCardLet the rays of the sun
Bring happiness and light into your house,
Let the sun bring you lovely gifts.
Let your heart's music free,
Let your smile to light up your face.
I wish you happiness and joy.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
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