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dear boy,
don't you know your eyes are sparking unnatural disasters that are wrecking the temples of sand i spent so much time on? i intended to sleep tonight, but the storm of you is beating the sea-glass windows and blowing out all the candles i had lit. you're breaking down my dirt walls and flooding the floors with the salt water and ash from your veins. you're invading when i'm already exhausted. and how could i possibly rest with when you're bringing my heart to a screaming stop?
Dear girl,
Must I apologize for what I have done? I forced my unforgiving reckoning through, and cast your walls asunder. I relentlessly beat down upon you, until you came crumbling down. I promise, the calm will come. But will you make it through? I watched from afar and I witnessed the fall of a nation. The winds of mine own have yet to falter, and the ocean is hungry. Girl. I am sorry. When my force relinquishes your heart, maybe then you can learn there is life outside of sandy walls, and star-fish ornaments, Where you will no longer breath in the salty murder I bring upon us all.
dear boy,
how could you let your heart tear my seaweed curtains from the glazed windows and rip up my fish-scale floor when it's all i've ever known? you talk of the coming peace, but continue to take hurricane winds to the high tide cliffs flanking my castle. you're beating yourself against the wall surrounding the shore and relishing in the rise of fall of my civilization. you seem so hurt and confused, but who am i to speak? i'm only a girl with seaweed gowns and a driftwood crown.
Dear girl,
No. Not simply a girl, but a priestess of the sea. Why must you question every action the Mother Nature presents you? Yes. I shredded the very confines of what kept you safe and harm free, but you must realize that I did all of this in attempts to show you the truth. The ocean before you is more vast and deep than any philosopher with a bad accent could begin to describe. Come. Swim in the forsaken depths, fathoms below the warm waters. Where carefree sea turtle nurturing their young are clueless to the oncoming sharks that we have spawned by hate. Come deep into these depths. The pressure is killing you.
don't you know your eyes are sparking unnatural disasters that are wrecking the temples of sand i spent so much time on? i intended to sleep tonight, but the storm of you is beating the sea-glass windows and blowing out all the candles i had lit. you're breaking down my dirt walls and flooding the floors with the salt water and ash from your veins. you're invading when i'm already exhausted. and how could i possibly rest with when you're bringing my heart to a screaming stop?
Dear girl,
Must I apologize for what I have done? I forced my unforgiving reckoning through, and cast your walls asunder. I relentlessly beat down upon you, until you came crumbling down. I promise, the calm will come. But will you make it through? I watched from afar and I witnessed the fall of a nation. The winds of mine own have yet to falter, and the ocean is hungry. Girl. I am sorry. When my force relinquishes your heart, maybe then you can learn there is life outside of sandy walls, and star-fish ornaments, Where you will no longer breath in the salty murder I bring upon us all.
dear boy,
how could you let your heart tear my seaweed curtains from the glazed windows and rip up my fish-scale floor when it's all i've ever known? you talk of the coming peace, but continue to take hurricane winds to the high tide cliffs flanking my castle. you're beating yourself against the wall surrounding the shore and relishing in the rise of fall of my civilization. you seem so hurt and confused, but who am i to speak? i'm only a girl with seaweed gowns and a driftwood crown.
Dear girl,
No. Not simply a girl, but a priestess of the sea. Why must you question every action the Mother Nature presents you? Yes. I shredded the very confines of what kept you safe and harm free, but you must realize that I did all of this in attempts to show you the truth. The ocean before you is more vast and deep than any philosopher with a bad accent could begin to describe. Come. Swim in the forsaken depths, fathoms below the warm waters. Where carefree sea turtle nurturing their young are clueless to the oncoming sharks that we have spawned by hate. Come deep into these depths. The pressure is killing you.
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The Years of my Life
’93 The year of my birth
’94 A new sibling?
’95 Yes. A baby girl
’96 And a baby cousin birthed
’97 A brother born, short-lived
’98 Another tragic baby boy
’99 Into Year 1, the start of my learning
’00; A new millennium
’01 A best friend leaves, but another arrives
’02 The first year of splitting is survived
’03 How can we both remember that we used to speak?
’04 The last year of the best years of my life
’05 A new start, or a start to the end
’06 A friendship grows too close
’07 I cause my own spiral down
’08 But with the new ones, we pick ourselv
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To fall to wither
Convoluted skin
Tells a tale involving
Decline and decay.
I watch eyes rendered lifeless,
As lifeless eyes render me.
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Old Habits
He made his way along the path, trying desperately to recognize anything familiar. Anything that would confirm he was in the right place, or not.
Reaching the end of the sidewalk, he paused, taking in the surroundings.
His eyes scanned along the row of apartments, then down the walkway in front of him and along the street and sidewalk before focusing back on the building ahead. He let a slow breath blow between his lips, running his hands along his pants pockets; his nervous habit, noting to himself that his breathing was oddly consistent considering the agitation that was stirring in his stomach. The only thing worse than being right, he t
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It was never finished.
I wrote the Dear Boy,
He wrote the Dear Girl.
It was never finished.
I wrote the Dear Boy,
He wrote the Dear Girl.
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