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I do not see the reason...It starts with a general irritation,
then grows to an inexcusable level of pain.
All I know for that time
is squeezing and releasing
each squeeze as excruciating as the release.
Full and round
Wet and bloodied,
the "unclean" time again.
Am I to remember something?
Or is it just senseless suffering?
Others do not have this... monster
inside of them,
who lies dormant twenty one days
like an apopleptic slaveowner
with an insatiable desire
to cause unbearable agony.
Torturing me from the inside,
like a twisted and evil embryo,
bent on the slow torture
and destruction of its creator.
What can be the meaning of this ?
Why the unimaginable, unrelenting pain ?
What can I learn from this,
O' Lord, who is supposed to be merciful,
loving, and kind ?
How can you watch your child suffer so
much for so long ?
Perhaps you are dead.
Because I would rather be.
gahSpit in my face
blood on my hands
pain in my heart
guilt on my soul
But the magic is here!
Inside of you,
as the fluid runs,
I am healed.
Best Dad EverDad:
The "Chick" lady. Hows it going... think we could possibly start some sort of talk ? Throw it if you need to , I can take it, If theres nothing to throw, them Praise GOD, you have no "strongholds" against me. You look pretty in your picture, This has been a great loss for me, but, I must... MUST go on. Love you Dad.
Lexi: I will not have this conversation with you in the public sphere.
Dad: Ahhh.... That answeres my question. And I understand. Thanks for being candid. Love you Dad
Sphere.... Cool word.
O.K. then when ? You think I just somehow went " Forgot all about her" I hope not, I truly by honor of my LORD, think of you and Eli each and every day since I last saw you both. Hello ? Thats, called LOVE. Otherwise, I would not. Right ?
o Hm. Not sure what to say. Are you asking me if I think that you love me? Who knows? i don't. And frankly, I don't care. I did at one point, not anymore. Why should I answer your demands of conversation with me? I have no need of y
A Farewell to FakeIt shouldn't hurt, but it does.
I shoudn't care, but I do.
You shouldn't matter, but you do.
Yep, I'm a human being, with feelings, and all that stuff.
No, I'm not an ice princess.
I'm just a person who tried to be a friend.
But you don't give back, you only take.
I am not useful to you anymore, I get it.
It's my problem now.
You, not YouI am tired of chasing
these petals on the wind
I grow weary of climbing
this jagged, rocky slope.
So what to do?
When one is exhausted
from the push and pull
of the smoky phantoms?
The answer, it seems
is quite simple, yes.
If you want the top
of the mountain,
If you seek the fabric
of the breeze,
You must find it within
Behind the one that sees.
So its been AwhileSo its been quite awhile now,
since we've seen each other last.
Forgive me if I fail to bow,
Respect for you has long passed.
But here you are; just the same!
Once again playing the old game.
I once thought things could change,
You'd show up, and we would play,
Be so happy that we'd seem strange,
And not stop laughing all damn day!
But reality hits like an ice cold shower,
In your presence, I'd rather cower.
No comfort, no courage, no safe place to hide.
Only angels and spirits to be my guides.
No laughter, no smiles, no fun to be had
When I've got someone like you for a Dad.
Just a BrawlGreen, Blue, Black, Red,
I don't really want you dead.
Yellow, Purple, Orange, White,
It's just so much fun to fight!
Hard, Sticky, Soft, Slick,
Power flows with every lick.
Punch, Smash, Hit, Pound,
As we end up on the ground.
Cry, Scream, Laugh, Rage,
A crazed animal behind a cage.
Win, Tie, Forfeit, Lose,
We've forgotten that we can choose.
Let's Make Something BeautifulLet's make something beautiful today, my dear so sweet and smart,
For the sun has risen again, and surely this calls for Art!
Do not let yourself worry about color, form, or line, today,
There are somethings you cannot get wrong.
And if you get discouraged amidst your creative foray,
Just change what you've made into a loud song!
And sing for the world to hear,
Even from the rooftops!
Let the notes touch every ear,
Louder than a rude ol' boombox!
For, surely as the days is long,
Your anthem will lift these hearts.
And at the end of your sweet lively song,
I'm afraid that's when we must part.
So I'll lift my arms up to the sky and say,
What a beautiful thing you've made today!
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
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?
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
The lighthouseOn the top of the cliff
Facing the endless blue ocean
There is a place
Where a bright light shines
Guiding people through the night
And through the storm
A place of mystery and wonder
A sight to behold
Let its light guide you
So you can find happiness
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
Unseen JoyHow beautiful is life?
More than my skills at prose can convey.
Light dances all around me,
Yet I remain in the darkness,
And I cry out for the divine.
Love flows throughout my being,
Yet my heart stays stubbornly closed,
While I wonder why it hurts so much.
I see you laughing, dancing, singing.
So beautiful, I go into ecstasy.
Then, I laugh.
For, while I had forgotten you were there,
And cried out in despair for your touch,
Behind all of it,
you were right here with me, around me, in me,
Wondering why I was carrying on so much!
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