Oct 26
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photocopy

it's a photocopy of a dream,
stolen from my mind.
but this one's in black and white,
deceptive, and hard to find.

lately, you've been colorblind.
changing right in front of my eyes.
the worst kind of butterfly.
ill destroy you if you apologize.

so I'll take these memories and burn them,
no use to repeat these and never learn
again.
 
Oct 17
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Red Wine

Breath smells like red wine and cigarettes
Sliding doors, midnight strolls, place your bets
Disappear like smoke in rain change your mind
Coffees out, walls down, and words confined

Cards down, when were you ever around
Ace of spades, good old days on the campground
Fireplaces don’t create good atmospheres
Nature takes, bones break, I’ll stay out of here

Did you know I could hear those old phone calls
Sad strangers, what a danger, when night falls
On the table were the bills you should’ve paid
Laid decrepit, never read it, gave a second glance

It’s a lost cause never found my way out of the labyrinth
Stones unturned let your feelings burn, never stop badgering
Three of a kind those last words left behind
Undermine-
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Oct 05
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feelings feel feelings

Sep 19
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credit cards

My wallet is filled with gift cards
That only have fifty cents left
yet too valuable to throw away
Punch cards disregarded
Receipts lay bottomless as
my youth became so guarded

My lungs are filled with chlorine 
Gotta wear SPF 100 sunscreen
unless I burn
Enjoy the sun, before the rain pours
adult issues I’m trying to ignore

Stay awake
Stay guarded
Don’t show emotions
That’s how this shit started
To go downhill at
two hundred miles an hour
Too young to know I
couldn’t do this without her
Sep 07
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hope

My dreams are tarnished like the knives in my auburn-stained kitchen.
Chipped paneling and cracked marble once paved the way for my future.
Moths are drawn to the flame of vulnerability and crickets chirp to the sound of a beating heart.

I step on the broken glass of my past as words shatter this fragile, archaic home.
This ramshackle state of a home translates to the incompatible voices that vibrate through it.
Speakers play old-fashioned music as a clock strikes motionless on the edge of destruction. 

How I wish for time to stay as quiescent as it once was. 

 
Sep 06
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Guardian Angel

My heart is lost in the city
Looking for someplace to hide
Halting at stop signs and falling on pavement
Too young to know the reason why

Give me a helping hand or throw me a landline
Let me phone a friend or search for some sunshine
Picture the clouds have stopped crying at last 
Or let your heart break like glass

Tornados have since been forgotten
Lives swept up in other ways
My mom works two jobs, my dad sleeps on the couch
While I’ve been struggling with college essays

Pen on paper but it rips too quickly
Whether through anger or buckets of tears
Letting out my emotions, borrowing someday’s
While my guardian angel sits there and cheers

‘Horray! Horray! Let the dewdrops sing and birds whistle
Sweet harmonies with the screams of her pain!
Let me make music with the melody of her anguish
While I sit there basking in the joy of her suffering and
Sep 03
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Glass

When layers of thoughts are broken like glass, our words can stay shattered.
People do not come with instruction manuals or warning labels.
Piecing back broken memories is like trying to stop a tornado from moving a feather.
Maybe some thoughts are meant to stay untouched.

The shadows of unspoken thoughts can create a fear of the dark.
The only things that form and remain true are the only things that truly exist.
The monster under my bed revels at the fact that I cannot communicate my uncertainties.
Listening to one’s troubles can be as difficult as admitting your own.

Why do I even speak?
I'm drowning in the memories I could never relay into words.
The swimming pool of my faults is filled with the tears that come with failure.
What are words if they are never truly understood?

 
Sep 01
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sledoM

Long legs eating tissues
Available since they know she will cry
Full of deceitful friends and still starving
How many carbs to kill a career?

It's only twenty-one, as old as when she started
This dieting shit is becoming quite cathartic
If she won’t have plastic surgery
she might be out of a job by thirty-three

Say you've had enough
We might believe you
Say you've given up 
And we won't let you

she might slip away
But at least she’ll be pretty
Beauty wasn't born to stay
OH WELL!
she’s too bitchy anyways
 
Aug 31
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was/n't

Thank god I wasn’t born
In 1934
To set the dining room table 
serving mister corporate job

I would be 81
When they finally announced the news
Would have already be trapped in 
Been a housewife has-been

Feminist fatalities
And climate change catastrophes
Chemical attacks
Never get my teen years back
Lived through four wars by 1999
Lost my best friend crying on the front lines

Then again I was born
In 2004
To be in debt because of college
On track to be an alcoholic

I was 11
When they finally announced the news
Naive and confused
At least that’s what they assumed

School shooting fatalities
And climate change catastrophes
Terrorist attacks
Never get my teen years back
Lived through a war, lasted longer than I was born
Heard my friend killed herself didn’t shed a tear