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Regret
The dark hides, shrouds hidden secret in nothingness. The black swallows lingering emotion, the unshed tears in broad daylight. With the lights off, the conflicts tumble out from the abyss of the heart through the esophagus out into the silent black in choked cries. Pitiful, pathetic whimpers of pain. Pain no one would, should, could hear. A ( Read more... ) -
His Baby
If life gave second chances, or if existed a time machine, he knew what he would use it for. He'd go back and apologize and make up to her. He'd cradle her and kiss her temple and even hum her to sleep. He'd remember her birthday and shower her with gifts. He'd be there for her and hold her hands. He'd do anything to hear her call him:
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He forgets,
sometimes, more often lately,
how beautiful she is.
Her hair-
the silk between his fingers,
Her eyes-
the labyrinth of his soul,
Her smile-
the medicine for his aches
He forgets,
sometimes...
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Three Different Tears
Words. That's what they are, words-- molded ink on paper. He reaches in again, grasping the first slip of paper that tumbles in between his fingers. "Don't forget to eat." He smiles and rips the paper, throwing it into a small pile of paper confetti. He continues, reaching in, reading, ripping--ripping his heart. The pile near his knees grows while ( Read more... ) -
Outsider
Far away, too far away, yet their laughter still echoes in my ears.
I wonder if someone will notice me,
Notice my invisibility,
Notice my existence.
I giggle along at the silliness of life;
I submerge myself in a throng of friends, classmates, acquaintances, strangers;
I wonder if someone will notice me,
Notice my invisibility,
Notice my existence.
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Boys
No longer innocent ( Read more... )