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To a boy on the east coast,
Coral is alive, you know.
It's hard as stone but too maladaptive for sudden
lethal change.
Just like you.
And our oceans seeped into each other,
pollution spreading like contagious mollusk cancer.
Your waters stilled as the red tide ensnared me
left to starve on a desert island
sick and unable to call out for your pitiful help.
And to this day I fear drowning in the Atlantic of our mutual silence.
To a long lost artist,
Jumping jackalopes!
The weird animal pauses-
beady eyes locked on mine.
It's genome fabricated in indigo ink
from blood-blue anxiety
viole(n)t self doubt
and azure conviction.
And though I fear
it could impale me in a single
steadfast bound
with its striking, illustrious antlers,
it vanishes before my lungs can gasp for air.
I only wish I hadn't made so much noise
and scared the timid creature away.
To one of mine kin,
Mending is never a simple task.
we've both spilled our mothers blood
in this treacherous family feud.
But brother, I think we should glance in each others mirrors
So we can see our hollow, grievous selves
from the estranged eyes of one another.
To the best friend I ever lost,
And they called us young and stupid.
And they were right.
But god, those years with you were beautiful.
And I will never forget your addicted
dying heart.
To the boy who loves the idea of me,
Mistakes.
You brew phlegmatic love potions
spilling through
the fractured empty vial
of your young, indoctrinated mind.
Obsession strangles my dreams
and I feel heavy with apprehension.
Charcoal black where green forests once thrived
at the center of my crumbling identity.
Your passionate wildfires plague me.
I can't be your ideal,
I can't fix you.
Move on
and learn to love yourself.
To the boy I want to set free,
Neurosis slips past the blood-brain barrier.
I cough and sputter
but the toxicity courses through
my powerless, tainted mind.
I love you-
but not the thought of you.
And I desperately wish that I was strong enough
to let you go.
To the one who gently guides me,
Inspiring,
the bravery in your writing
embraces me with awe.
I sit rapturous in the audience
unable to shake the jitters
of my monumental stage fright.
I want you to keep singing to me
even though I lack a voice of my own,
because your melody gives me hope
despite the occasionally brutal lyrics.
To the girl who lived down the street,
Honestly?
Your mother was a liar.
But I know she never meant to hurt us.
I can't say I'd have done the same
but intentions count for something, right?
So I forgive your betrayal.
To a boy I wanted to love,
When you said you trusted me,
you wanted me
you loved me,
I wanted to be able to say it back.
But I held on to him instead...
Dear friend, I miss you terribly
and I wish you would say hi.
Please, live and love well.
A happy golden future for you,
that's all that matters to me now.
To half of myself,
Vanishing on a beautiful morning in May,
I still had leftover birthday cake in the fridge.
I guess the rain that followed was only fitting
as you drowned on your own lungs.
I'm sorry that I never said goodbye,
that I was selfish and deluded.
I thought you'd come home soon.
I didn't believe death when he came knocking.
I didn't believe hospice when they took you away from us.
I didn't believe...
But
I should have been there
fighting for you.
You never knew how much I loved you
how much I wanted to be like you,
without the nicotine habit.
Even though I could never be the son
you wanted
so badly to relate to.
I'm sorry daddy.
So so sorry...
Coral is alive, you know.
It's hard as stone but too maladaptive for sudden
lethal change.
Just like you.
And our oceans seeped into each other,
pollution spreading like contagious mollusk cancer.
Your waters stilled as the red tide ensnared me
left to starve on a desert island
sick and unable to call out for your pitiful help.
And to this day I fear drowning in the Atlantic of our mutual silence.
To a long lost artist,
Jumping jackalopes!
The weird animal pauses-
beady eyes locked on mine.
It's genome fabricated in indigo ink
from blood-blue anxiety
viole(n)t self doubt
and azure conviction.
And though I fear
it could impale me in a single
steadfast bound
with its striking, illustrious antlers,
it vanishes before my lungs can gasp for air.
I only wish I hadn't made so much noise
and scared the timid creature away.
To one of mine kin,
Mending is never a simple task.
we've both spilled our mothers blood
in this treacherous family feud.
But brother, I think we should glance in each others mirrors
So we can see our hollow, grievous selves
from the estranged eyes of one another.
To the best friend I ever lost,
And they called us young and stupid.
And they were right.
But god, those years with you were beautiful.
And I will never forget your addicted
dying heart.
To the boy who loves the idea of me,
Mistakes.
You brew phlegmatic love potions
spilling through
the fractured empty vial
of your young, indoctrinated mind.
Obsession strangles my dreams
and I feel heavy with apprehension.
Charcoal black where green forests once thrived
at the center of my crumbling identity.
Your passionate wildfires plague me.
I can't be your ideal,
I can't fix you.
Move on
and learn to love yourself.
To the boy I want to set free,
Neurosis slips past the blood-brain barrier.
I cough and sputter
but the toxicity courses through
my powerless, tainted mind.
I love you-
but not the thought of you.
And I desperately wish that I was strong enough
to let you go.
To the one who gently guides me,
Inspiring,
the bravery in your writing
embraces me with awe.
I sit rapturous in the audience
unable to shake the jitters
of my monumental stage fright.
I want you to keep singing to me
even though I lack a voice of my own,
because your melody gives me hope
despite the occasionally brutal lyrics.
To the girl who lived down the street,
Honestly?
Your mother was a liar.
But I know she never meant to hurt us.
I can't say I'd have done the same
but intentions count for something, right?
So I forgive your betrayal.
To a boy I wanted to love,
When you said you trusted me,
you wanted me
you loved me,
I wanted to be able to say it back.
But I held on to him instead...
Dear friend, I miss you terribly
and I wish you would say hi.
Please, live and love well.
A happy golden future for you,
that's all that matters to me now.
To half of myself,
Vanishing on a beautiful morning in May,
I still had leftover birthday cake in the fridge.
I guess the rain that followed was only fitting
as you drowned on your own lungs.
I'm sorry that I never said goodbye,
that I was selfish and deluded.
I thought you'd come home soon.
I didn't believe death when he came knocking.
I didn't believe hospice when they took you away from us.
I didn't believe...
But
I should have been there
fighting for you.
You never knew how much I loved you
how much I wanted to be like you,
without the nicotine habit.
Even though I could never be the son
you wanted
so badly to relate to.
I'm sorry daddy.
So so sorry...
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another year
another moment
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Dear, Jessica.
Today Ronnie Childs died. Lucky me. The boys don’t want me to walk out and walk freee.
I can’t blame you for finally leaving me those months ago, but I know you too well.
You wouldn’t have ripped me from your heart, even though you should have. I don’t regret loving you, but letting you love me is the greatest sin.
Or second worst. The first was joining a gang.
I went numb as I ran out of things to care about.
Stopped caring about the taste of blood drawn in a fight, the bruises and cracked bones of my boys and myself, or what the other guys looked like.
Stopped caring about breaking into stores, robb
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For 10 people who've mattered in my life at some point or another. Thought I'd try this challenge: 10 Days of Honesty Writing Challenge
Oh my god why am I sharing this....
I want to be brave.
I've never shared so much of myself on here before.
It's really scary.
I should go to bed now....
Oh my god why am I sharing this....
I want to be brave.
I've never shared so much of myself on here before.
It's really scary.
I should go to bed now....
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I'm doing the best to hold back my tears right now because the last one is making me cry.
I have to say, thank you so much for being brave and sharing this.
You really should be more honest if this is what will result of it. I loved all of it.
However, the lines that I really, really loved were these:
"I want you to keep singing to me
even though I lack a voice of my own,
because your melody gives me hope"
I have to say, thank you so much for being brave and sharing this.
You really should be more honest if this is what will result of it. I loved all of it.
However, the lines that I really, really loved were these:
"I want you to keep singing to me
even though I lack a voice of my own,
because your melody gives me hope"