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Relief (Heartless) September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday He’s a book with boxes Analytical machine with no off switch He’s got a checklist And I'm on it
The Question September 10, 2018 ~ Monday I came to get help Not to get hurt And every time you make a move
i feel tired at 7:30 (p.m) sometimes i go to bed that early sometimes i stay up to a grand 8:30 exhausted of putting my feelings into jokes
They say love is patient, love is kind Love is silent, love is blind I say love is open, love is wild You can't contain it, or disclaim it Love isn't a negotiation or a contract
If you told me I was good at poems, Of this man you speak of I'd say I didn't know 'em. I'd say I can't be good at any of this! For I only do it for some, likely, unobtainable bliss.
Day 1 I was afraid to have to repeat it again in the hospital because I'd rather be dead I have been there before, baggy scrubs and socks Stomach in knots, my poisoned liver still rots
As a freshman, awesome meant passing a test without studying. As a sophomore, awesome meant getting invited to an upperclassmen party. As a junior, awesome meant getting a promposal with the football captain.
She made me realize…
We live in a world where people hold grudges People hold onto their own opinions, there are no budges From forgetting to return a phone call
Life is not easy to give. Impermanent like the soft wind that caresses one’s cheek. Convoluted like the active glomerulus inside both kidneys. Dense like the bones wrapped in muscles and skin.
Meghan was a single mother of two She worked until her fingers were red and blue Her poor children would always whine and whine One day she decided that would be the last time they whined
Patient #: Mr./Mrs. Wants-To-Recover ID #: 02012544...No longer wishes to suffer Diagnosis: Part of me torn asunder due to one silly little blunder Physical Therapist: Nathan D. Optimist
We cannot know what pain feels like Though evidence suggest it is unpleasant We cannot know who they were before Though evidence suggest they are now sick We cannot know who their loved ones are
Up in my room Sitting on my bed Alone With these mixed emotions Getting the best of me Thinking Deep thinking About my future If I were to Die tomorrow All my life
He aimlessly cries for a place call home as everyone keeps telling him “soon” Reaches out with fragile arms Into an empty space of an eggshell white Only to be told “don’t do it”
Why am I me? The air I breathe is so thick at times Days like these I just close my eyes The tears fall at the wrong times When I laugh I wipe my wet skin When I'm sad my skins dry
The water was clean, the water was clear The water was felt and fell over her Through her hair and to the nape of her neck It ran down her shoulders, onto her back Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul