The Dark

I am scared of the dark
The feeling of emptiness
The not being able to see 
While I stumble down the stairs at 2 am.
To look up one day and see that 
Someone, You, are not there
Gone, lost to the rolling sea.
I am scared of the dark 
but not,
I am scared that my broken pieces
Would be lost, unfound in a park that everyone sees. 

 

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    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    By Anonymous

    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,