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MemoryI don't know anymore.
Am I dreaming? I'm not sure...
All my friends, family, guardians are...
I only remember them now
Their friendly smiles, how they cared for me
But they are gone now.
Because I neglected them, pushed them away
Lighting struck my heart
I can't forgive myself no longer
Life comes and goes
You cannot cherish anything but...
EmotionlessI'm fine with it
Fine with many things
even my inevitable death, to be damned into hell
But there's not much I can do, I envy your fate
How does sadness feel?
I forgot emotions
Should I feel despaired
Or frustrated or scared?
I don't know
I guess I'm okay with it
I'm okay with many things
Even my own flaws and failures
NightmareThe glass shatters and the animals chatter.
Should I wait for the latter?
Oh no no no
I won't, I won't obey
I shall not listen, my ears are sealed
I'm trapped, trapped in a field
Darkness is plentiful, the staircase is endless
Nothing can be seen, except the white hands of death
I'm trapped, trapped in this field.
It all changes suddenly
Darkness to light. Death to life.
What have I become?
SilentWhen the gunshot fires
And the songbirds tire
Sudden death takes turn
the local vicinity's rage burns
A still silence takes the crowd
Nothing was heard, no sound
We lost our cherished guest
Perhaps this was for our best?
DecemberJoyous time of the year
With cookies, elves and reindeer!
Presents, carols, and love to all
Winter is a much better season than fall
Hatred diminished and kindness spreads
White snow covers so get your sled
Towering hills become elegant white
Daytime it shines as bright
Presents, presents the funnest time of all
After Christmas, come to our New Year ball!
Autumn MadnessFalling leaves of red madness
Many say you represent deep sadness
But it is the time for preparation
The beauty of marvelous autumn harvest creation
Some of the wilderness animal began the long slumber
Tirelessly eating, scavenging for food lumbered
What is this autumn joy?
Stop acting like you enjoy!
The red leaves fall to the ground
Vividly dancing all around
The wind howling startling sounds
How would anyone favor fall?
Is there some I cannot understand?
Some please tell me why
I just don't comprehend your lies
Do you believe you can fly?
You're so riduculous
NightBlueish sky that covers
A romantic time for lovers
Twinkling stars sparkling till day
A lot of time to have a gourmet
Peaceful air all around
With creepy, yet exquiste sounds
The gleaming, white moon shines brightly
Like a celestial being so heavenly
The forest darken and fireflies occur
Twas so enchanting to little her
EnviousYou really like to brag, don't you?
Is that something you love to do?
My heart feels ache from your words
Honestly I don't think you care about others
You just desire the attention and jealous treatment
Is this your life now?
Why do I care? Why do we all care?
I just don't understand
Why you brag about
Your silky dress and wealth
You're like, a perfect soul
You have no flaws which ticks me
Be damned with you
Never return to me
Just leave the town in agony
Esoteric"Ladies and gentlemen, one lucky denizen will be chosen
to receive a very, special gift! So be sure to check your Christmas tree tomorrow morning!"
It was a gloomy, dark Christmas Eve. My dearest family was enjoying themselves, chatting, playing, and having a nice enjoyable time. Everyone was enjoying themselves except for me.
My name is Avarice Greenwich and we're spending our damned Christmas at Grandma Avidity's house. I don't understand why we cannot stay at home and relax there. But my father insisted a bunch of times.
Why do I hate Christmas? Well, for once Santa doesn't even exist in this world. He is nothing more than a mere child's demented imagination. Second, its all these jolly decorations around. Rainbow lights, candy canes, elves, what will happen next? Decorations of a Brobdingnagian Frosty? All of these jolly decorations makes me incredibly sick inside! Bluh!
As I exclaimed before, my family was chatting and having "the time of their lives" at the living room. I
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
Mirrored RomanceDo you love me?
You would stand by me
Do you love me not?
You would hurt me
Are your feelings true?
You would care for me
Are your feelings false?
You would lie to me
Do you need me?
You would say yes
Do you need me?
You would betray me
Will you send me presents?
You would smile
Will you care for me?
You would lie, then let me perish
Would you cherish me?
You would say yes
Would you cherish me?
You would say you hate me
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