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- what if i just
stopped one
day, put down the pen
because the words,
they just weren't there, gave
up on the sunset because the
hues it held were
no longer iridescent;
what if my lips stopped
moving and i
gave up the ink that
runs in my veins - it
seems maybe
easier, for those
few lives i may
have touched
have branded burdens on
my soul;
these days my eyes
are heavier than
they used to be, my fingers
calloused, bruised;
maybe this is what happens
when your body learns
there is nothing
else to live
for.
Literature
but the stars are too loud to hear them
it's a summer night again. i think
it has been a million years since i lived
through a summer night.
everything is so much louder in summer,
the windows thrown wide and the whole world
shouting, echoing up from the street,
and that screaming aching space between the window pane
and my heart, where
the late scent of lilacs
burrowed, where your hands clawed at the glass
and i let you in
with the breeze and the laughing
cinquefoil faces.
where is the dull neglectable roar,
washed away in the sweet tides of everything blooming,
new colors crying out for the stars
to fall on their petals,
and lift them up,
and let them in
to the bleak brightness
Literature
Breathing Through Machines
Strapped in
tubes run like webbing
the web of life
pumping fluid in my veins
giving life, like heroin to an addict.
Breathing through one tube
breathing into yet another.
Inhaling medicine,
like huffing paint.
Struggle to breathe,
coughing only hurts
struggle for medicine
only calming when I breath in.
Again the healing steam
the mist pumped out
in time with the IV
the pumps chorus
like the song of an out dated
robot
that keeps me alive.
Literature
Thunder, Prologue
Flash… wait for it… Rumble. Damn, forgot to count.
Flash… Five… Rumble. Eight. My Ma always told me you could tell how far away a storm was by counting the seconds between the lightnin’ and the thunder. It was gonna be a rough night, but for now, the wind felt nice on my skin as it blew through my family’s farm. The animals were already runnin’ to hide in the barn, but I still had a few chores left to do. The Summer heat had been too much to bear during the day, and what did it matter the time I finished my chores so long as they were done. Besides, doing them at night meant I didn’t have to wo
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Oh darling even if the sun keeps shining and the stars keep shining, if you go there will be one less soul than there should be. Please stay strong. (=