Jan 01
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Black Holes

What happens, class

When a star dies?

I know

My hand shows it

Flying in the air

Casting a shadow upon those

Who know

how to sleep

I know

Says the red circled A

On my papers

Creating a red aura

On those who ate breakfast this morning

And the last

I know

Says the bags under my eyes

And the bags slung over my shoulder

Filled with textbooks

I know

Because I pushed that her out of my weekend

I know

Because I told him I didn’t have time

I know

Because I spend so much time making them proud

That they don’t see me

They don’t see the real me

Because she's hiding behind  

A computer

Or

A deadline

Or

A report card

I couldn’t find her
Jan 01
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Cue the Beat Drop

My innocent boy

Where have you been

Why do you now stay in the arms of another

One whose beauty is better to you

than the harsh drop of reality

Do you remember

When you could curl up in the warmth of the sun

Shining through your window

And know you would be safe

Because you had your brothers

You had your sisters

You had me and you had love

When did you slip away

To search for it

Though here we were

Holding our hands out

The hands that ache to hold you and comfort you

The hands that are imprinted, that never leave your skin

The smell that stays in your clothes

Of home and family and love

Did you know it would stay there forever?

Did it make you afraid?

Did you turn away because you knew the poisonous water could be hidden