Dec 16
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Way of Life

melancholy leaks through this ruptured way of life
the sulfuric stench of fear finding every corner
inevitably this is the only thing left
in this scornful tantrum of fate
the only thing left to ward off hope
but it does its job without any exceptions
blank stares and stoic expressions
are we really this pliable?
like clay, cracked and dry
yet still being shaped
by cruel and unforgiving hands
Dec 16
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Loss of Innocence

trailing blazes of passionate fire
wings of white feathers
but in the heat of the moment
you escape me, with a bare whisper of a goodbye
in the smell of smoke and anger
you flee, why? why? why do you flee?
do my actions frighten you?
trying to grasp onto you
is like touching hot coals,
leaving only charred skin and burned flesh
you look on sadly as i stumble through the thick brambles
that block me at every path
bruised and broken, i lie on the ground
and wonder why you left me
Dec 16
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"Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine, geez!"
"It sure doesn't sound like it..."
"You always have to stick your nose in other people's business!"
"Okay! Fine I'll go, but don't say I didn't try!"
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll tell you. Ugh"
"This might sound so weird and babyish,"
"Yeah, okay, what's the problem? I promise I won't make fun,"
"Okay, okay, okay, things are changing, and I'm afraid..."
"Uhh afraid of what?"
"Afraid of not fitting in, afraid of not even having a world to live in in a few decades, afraid of war! I'm afraid of so many things!"
"You know what, I'm afraid of those things too, I bet thousands of other people are too,"
"Thanks, I just wanted to tell that to someone."
"You will always have me,"
"Haha...I know,"
"Let's get out of here and go to my house. Binge some Netflix?"
"I'm sorry I was so rude earlier..."
"It's okay, I forgive you, we're in this together, ya know?"

Dec 15
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Kindred Soul

golden light slipping, dancing through your fingers
a halo of sunlight
the soft padding of feet early in the morning
slunch your back
into the warm dependable shoulder
that's never more than an arms length away
laughter bubbling out of the fountain of joy
that is seemingly endless
tears sometimes fall, but what of it?
i know they will fade quickly and without a trace
flushed cheeks and a red nose
an anchor, teasing eyes and peeling plaster
a kindred soul in a meaningless world

Dec 14
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Just a Normal Soccer Game

The soccer ball flies in between her legs. It twists through the air like a living thing - like a wild animal ravaging the grass in its rage.The ball slides gracefully in between the oppenents legs, while she flashes by, not letting her eyes off the goal for a second. Flip - turn - she sprints down the sideline. Two players draw closer and closer, until she fakes them out - leaving them in a pile of corpses behind her. Sweat drips down her forehead - the only thing in her mind is to push on through the pain. She crosses the half-way mark- swoop, she spins the ball into the air in a perfect rainbow. Thump! Thump! Thump! The ball tears through everything in its path, shooting up a trail of dust. “Here! Here!” a teammate calls. She glances up for just a second - it’s not worth it. Coach yells at her to run faster. Faster! Pushing even harder would mean even more pain. She pushes harder.
Nov 23
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Memories of Snow

The mass of white that cloaks the shivering, brittle trees,
in need of a blanket.
The icy slickness of ski trails, and the feeling
of a snowball trickling down the back of your neck.
Red noses and flushed faces,
the coziness of settling down in front of
a warm fire
with a creamy mug of hot chocolate.
The goosebumps and uncontrollable shivers,
numb fingers, unable to tie shoelaces,
at the last soccer game of the season
where it is already thirty degrees.
Runny noses under watery eyes,
that sting from the frigid winds
Waiting for the bus,
snowflakes catching in your eyelashes and hair,
turning into a soggy mess
Slipping down the frosty steps,
landing in a disheveled heap,
Laughing with friends, until the cold air
nips at your throat.
The clear blue skies and bright white snow,
blinding your eyes as you step out the door.
Oct 05
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