Ohio
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A vast landscape beckens onerous treks
Entreating tilling rocks and honest thoughts.
Paths ahead intersect, awaiting steps
Lined along eager vines and ochre moss.
It’s hard to remember but sometimes I think of my neighbor’s garage. It was silver and white. He gave me a pair of vintage suitcases that had travelled to Paris. They were blue. I went to the emergency room twice as a kid.
When I come to you, I am watermelon gum and wrinkled clothes pulled from moving boxes
I am a smile at everyone and chipped bright nail polish.
dear mountain standard time
the desert is in itself
an oasis, an escape
from the monotony
of trees and grass
that plague the forest valley
they are all i have ever
known, truly
There are boots in the dark
behind him in the night
like the stone cold end
to a brave, stupid flight
The boy runs quick
as only a boy can.
This little boy
still thinks he’s a man.
One big move
States away
Nothing left to prove
I wish I could have stayed
Here in Ohio
Moved from Texas
Hurts, so I cry, Oh
Fate seems to perplex us
I feel like a ghost
I don't think anyone understands how lonely and depressed I am.
I don't try to hurt myself in any way.
But I'm just so unhappy with life.
And it hurts to get up every day, acting like everything is ok.
Still feeling alone.Everyday. Every night.I got myself, but I'm wanting more.Wanting something different.Another person in my life.
Social media is the worlds imagination.
You can be anything you want.
Doctor, nurse, rapper, singer, model...those are the most popular.
All you need is a few followers.
When you pass down the streets in Chicago, Cleveland, and Atlantic City, you see it in their eyes.
They’re not yet sixteen, acting eighteen,
Driving their moms up a wall when they don’t come home for supper.
Fiends, fixes and critics skit
all quick t- shift their feet
toll road hits ditches, chickens n’
pigs [pens inattentively stitched in the streets.]
Everywhere you go: it's "bitch!"
It smells like coal
my mother says
"Reminds me of my childhood,"
she says
Reminds her of family reunions
Ashland, KY
formerly a place of gathering
(It is now a ghost-town
living up to its name)
