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PsychogogueBright eyes glowing
Neck craned down
Scoffing at paled children
And their blue-lipped mothers
Burned and beaten
Frozen and starved
Each one of them
Ready for their rest
She herded them
None too gently
To the great iron doors
Some whimpered and wept
Sniveled or scowled
She treated them the same
Leading them away
MulligrubsYou sit in the dark
Your face barely illuminated
You cry your heart out
As your fingers ghost over the words
She doesn't understand
You are confused and scared
She tries to help
But she will never be able to
She can't know what it's like
You don't deserve her
You tell yourself
She cries like you do
Reading the words
She wipes her eyes
'I love you.'
You don't respond
She types it so many times
You don't believe her
She types it over and over
She has to be lying, you said
She typed it over and over
Begging you to speak to her
You didn't respond
She bit her lip and typed
'Talk to me when you're ready.'
You looked at those words
And began to cry.
LepidopterphobiaA silky white one
Soft wings aglow
Blue with yellow spots
Dancing on its little feet
Brown with faux eyes
With its long tongue
Purple with misty speckles
They descended on the body
Sucking from the corpse
Long innocent tongues
Greedily lapping up blood
They one by one fluttered away
Each gained their fill
Those glazed dead eyes
Watching them leave
HyperalgiaYou won't answer my calls
I'm bouncing of my walls
I'm waiting for you to answer
But you never call back
My hands type the words
Over and over
Trying to make you believe
But you won't message back
I miss you and it hurts
I can't help if you don't listen
Please just stay with me
But i still don't know
I still don't know.
I still don't know.
ParalianThe ocean shifted
Around her toes
It flowed back and forth
To and fro
Her toes dug into the sand
Her eyes set to the sea
No noise was made
Besides the gentle waves
The sky darkened
To a rosy hue
And still she stood
The sun set
The sky turned dark
And still she stood
Her eyes misted with tears
She pulled her feet from the sand
And walked slowly
Away from the sea
Away from the waves
From his impure lips
His greedy smile
Spread over his face
His hand was outstretched
And she shook her head
He tilted his head
Why not, he asked
A flash of light
Shone from his eyes
Her rosy red lips
The purple bruises apparent
On her paled skin
She could say nothing
His grin grew impossibly wider
And she slowly stepped
Into his possessive arms
BasialThey were both nervous
Eye darted to the sides
Lips parting and closing
No words to be said
One stepped forward
Encompassing the other
In their embrace
Long awaiting embrace
They kissed happily
After so long
They smiled against each other
The smiles fixed
On each of their faces
As they laced together their hands
MesonoxianShe sat down poised
Hands ghosting black keys
Their lettering long since
Worn out and gone
The clock ticked
Her eyelids drooped
Her fingers moved
Clicking the keys
A story unraveled
A paragraph at a time
The old grandfather clock
She paid no heed
The story must be written
A tale of wonder
That needed her attention
She slowed her hands
To a gentle stop
Clicking one last key
Before she finished.
She looked out her window
And gazed at the moon
She gave a relieved smile
Before shutting her laptop
And going to get some well needed sleep
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
SempiternalShe held her growing belly
Rocked herself back and forth
Singing to her baby
"I promise to love you, always."
She held her newborn son
Rocking him back and forth
Cooing and smiling, singing
"I promise to love you, forever."
She held her preschooler
Waiting for the bus
She hugged him and told him
"I promise to love you, endlessly."
She watched her teenage son
Hit the grand slam home run
She told him on the way home
"I promise to love you, eternally."
She watched her son as he kissed his wife
And danced the mother-son dance
She smiled and told him
"I promise to love you, constantly."
She lay sick in her bed
Her eyes were getting heavy
She looked to her only son
"I promise to lo-love...you..."
He cried at her bedside
And when he returned home
He went into his daughter's room
"I promise to love you, forever."
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