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by now you’ve become just another name in my address book. seven letters used to jump out at me when i flipped through the h-i-j-k’s; your four syllables leapt to my tongue and i blushed as i tried to spit out your consonants. your vowels tripped over my teeth. and you used to know me so well you could name every freckle on my body. now i’m afraid you don’t even notice the smudges under my eyes where insomnia pressed his wretched thumbs to hold me still as he kissed me deep and stayed the night. if you never wanted me, why didn’t you just tell me so? i still remember the night you squeezed me so hard my hea

A cup of coffee, a faked smile, Another sleepless night. Forget the sorrow; pretend you're fine; In the end you'll be alright. And then the memories suddenly rise, And then emotions are running high, And all you want to do is – Stop, you've got to fake a smile. You walk along the roads alone. The mask must never, ever, fall. At times you wish to let it go, But then you can't, and this is all About to slip beyond control, About to shatter you to pieces You still don't let yourself to cry Though tears are in your list of wishes Facing the world a minute by minute, Knowing your life is an act. A cup of coffee, a faked smi

To those daydreamers amongst us Tomorrow will soon be today So choose every word carefully As they might be the last you say And they will echo through time After your final shadow is cast But those words and those emotions Will have no place in the past They'll take their place in tomorrow And every day to the end of time Your words, your thoughts and your wisdom Will deviate us from straight lines And show people there's another way Peace and love can re-wire our brains Show us how to avoid hatred And from negative feelings refrain Otherwise I can see suffering But on an unheard of scale Nations and religions will collide

She reminds me that she's a dreamer Her right hand delicately grips a pencil as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left She looks up at me and smiles, and there are stars, meteors, spanning across the cosmos of her expression her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard that's attempting to teach me how to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook and I am only armed with a .7 pencil and a purple pen, stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch My hands are inches away from hers from the desks side by side like cars parallel parked on a side road her equations confuse me until she flips the

With a jacket on his back and a lily in his hand, One single man aroused talk all over the land. "Unmanly", journalists would muse and mock, Envious towards the man who walked with a flock. A single book entitled, simply, "Poems" appeared, What critics laughed at and general public feared. From the gutter to the skies a single man was seen, Paid to do lectures on the arts, not the obscene. A Mother with an air of strength and heart of a lion, A renowned Father with loyalty you couldn't rely on. Two brothers, a sister, but she left her place early, Children of his own before he met gates pearly. Engaged to a beauty that ki

There will come a time when jagged bones lined with flesh, torn and rotten Will rise from the hell lurking below on a day that will never be forgotten. Clouds of ash and smoke arise from volcanoes, long time dormant, just stalling People scream and choke fear etched in their features running, confused, and then falling. They said they were myths, just guesses, estimations, nothing that we should ever fear They died in such shame and we're to be next losing everything we've ever held dear.

maybe in fifty years, she thinks, she will stop feeling his finger-shaped bruises on her hips and arms. stop hearing his words—you think you can stop me, little girl?— in every passing "are you okay?". stop feeling the wind like a ghost of his acid breath on the back of her neck beautiful, beautiful, beautiful little girl. maybe fifty thousand dove soap bars later and too many scalding showers and dusty baby blankets and days spent lying in bed, looking up at the water stained ceiling, will be enough to leave the man on the corner of anderson street and rosa parks avenue right where she never wanted to find him. just ask her,

dear girl i sit by in english this is for you. this is for you because you are the dreamer of impossible dreams, and the doer of improbable things. this is for you, because you balance on two legs when your life is spinning out of control and poetry will always confuse you. you love fudge brownies like you love every single guy you like. for so long, the only thing i knew about you was the fact that you liked reptiles in second grade. this is for you, because you walk around swim meets without pants and brush your hair in the bathroom before lunch. you're a mess of contradictions and the most securest insecure person i have e