February 2012
14 posts
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Day 34
“We just need to STOP!”
Those were the words,
that emanated from his mouth.
Paralyzed by the sound,
she turned to face him,
set her eyes upon his
and conjured up all the
words she could say.
Unfortunately, she was tired,
tired of trying so hard, of caring,
of putting in all the effort, so
she just looked away, looked
into the red and yellow neon sign,
and was lost in the...
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Day 33
Stagnation.
Frustration.
Procrastination.
Precipitation,
No motivation.
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Day 32
Sweet dreams, at the tip of your tongue
salty words in my mind, sweet whispers
to my hardened heart, melting away the
icicles that barred the entrance to its core.
Restart the heart, taking caution with daggers
so pressed upon the atriums that pump blood
to my body. Don’t strum the tender strings of
my heart, for a simple word of endearment
may send me flying into oblivion. Keep...
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Day 31
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…sometimes silence can be louder than spoken words.
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Day 30
The bag had spilled all over the
silky, white tablecloth laden with glitter
the music couldn’t drown out my thoughts.
I categorized them by color, sneaking a few
into my mouth to satisfy my sweet tooth.
Red, green, yellow, purple, orange, into
neat little groups, trying to organize the
chaos, as I looked upon the bodies and
souls gliding across the floor, captivated
into their...
January 2012
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Day 29
LETTERS I CANNOT SEND
There are many letters I
Cannot send. Unstamped envelopes
sitting on my desk. Stationery;
neat and crisp, ink tastefully upon it.
Words I cannot say, cannot speak, for
You won’t listen. So I write these letters
Without a signature. Without a name.
Only my thoughts of all this mess
Letters I cannot send.
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Day 28
Text me, I said, when you get home,
to make sure you’re alright,
to make sure you made it
back safe.
He looked into my eyes,
with the sincerest gratitude,
“Thank you for caring.” left
his lips, and that made my day,
to know that he knew that I cared.
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Day 27
Cowardice, not bravery.
Can’t you see it only hurts you in the end?
That front, that mask, that wall.
You hide behind your emotions.
You find refuge in immaturity.
Learn to accept the feelings,
that are fostered in your heart.
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Day 26
It’s the touch we often miss,
the physical contact of a person,
their presence is merely not enough
to fulfill the desires of the heart.
Sometimes, a simple pat on the shoulder
satisfies your longing to belong,
to belong to a universe where interaction
is essential to our existence.
A hug can make your heart dance, and make
your soul breathe. For a life without touch,
is like...
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Day 25
They ask me why I wear my class
ring on my finger,
my ring finger to be exact,
the one reserved for a lover’s
promise.
I tell them it’s a reminder,
of the promises I have made
to myself in the darkest of times.
“Knowledge is Power” etched on its
side, my name engraved in cursive.
I tell them I wear it to remember my
name, for if I were to ever fall and...
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Day 24
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so modest,
for eyes don’t linger on the conservative,
and beauty has become an object,
something which I am not.
Turtle-neck sweaters line my closet,
long-sleeved tees in every drawer.
I wish I wasn’t so modest.
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Day 23
Shatter me to my core,
wrestle with my mind,
shake me up so hard,
I have to hold myself,
to stop from disintegrating.
Short of breath,
panicking,
memories flash before my eyes,
open wounds, festering sores,
eyes heavy, knees weak, hands cold.
I thought it was ending, it’s only beginning,
a journey so long and arduous,
let me stop for water, or do you intend
to let me dehydrate...
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Day 22
You messed me up.
It’s taking twice as long
to pick up the millions
of fragments of glass.
The broom just won’t do
the swiffer doesn’t even work,
the mop is worse, and the vaccuum
doesn’t suck up the memories.
Barefoot across the linoleum,
I walk to feel, so I won’t be numb,
but I have to succumb,
to the feeling, the pain, the frustration
it’s like...
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Day 21
I speak of emotions,
of moments, of carefully
planned out situations.
I speak of pen hitting paper,
or trees bearing their fruit.
I speak of odd happenstances,
indicative occurrences,
water drowning feelings of regret,
tea cups and biscuits shared with a friend.
I speak of musical notes caressing our eardrums,
hitting our soul until we knock out and dream of
long tunnels and unicorns.
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Day 20
A rose won’t sweep her off her feet.
Her crimson colored sneakers
may often leave the ground,
but trust me, a rose won’t sweep
her off her feet.
She may often play roles of a romantic
lover, and dance to the sweet notes of
a lover’s song.
But a rose won’t sweep her off her feet.
Her dark eyes that you love so much
may sparkle beneath the moonlight,
as you call...
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Day 19
Would it be okay,
to strangle you
with my words,
just as you destroyed
me with your silence?
Lie once again, and see
what reaps from the ground
upon which I tread.
The just reap rewards,
the dishonest, nothing.
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Day 18
I stopped at my locker to gather my things
before our break time commenced,
Econ book in, snacks out,
peripheral visions lurked in my mind.
Your very presence disturbed my
sense of balance. Head down, shoulders up
I trotted up the stairs, pushed by bodies
trying to break through the crowd.
That’s when I saw him, walking towards me,
smile on lips, heart on sleeve.
A friendly...
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Day 17
You can take my job,
you can take my house,
but you cannot deprive me
of my words, of my speech,
of my self-expression. For
a voice is needed, to protest
the unfairness, to voice the
opinions. You will not take
my words, my means of
reacting to emotions.
Censor everything, and my
voice will remain, becoming
ever so loud, until it shatters
into a million little fragments that
will...
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Day 16
They were held together
by two rubber bands,
so the contents wouldn’t spill.
Each letter was sealed
each stamp was set
all ink was dried,
my pen had died.
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Day 15
Silence Killed the Boy Who Never Cared
They met up on the cold,
black bench, where they
first set their eyes upon
each other many afternoons
ago. He sat at her left, she
sat on his right. Shoulder
to shoulder they began to
pour their hearts out, one by
one, delving into their hearts,
retreating into their minds.
“Do you ever think of me?”
Pain, confusion, bitterness,
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