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Mabel's mother taught her
to wait until the shine
in his eyes rivaled
polished diamonds.
She told her to wait
because people change,
but you will not.
Tell him "I don't love
the way you smile:
crooked, full of adoration."
Wait until he thinks
this is unbreakable,
then show him how wrong
he is.
When he says "This is
not heartbreak.
You need a heart
in order for it to break."
Remind him that
you were perfect
for him once
and that people
change, but you do not.
to wait until the shine
in his eyes rivaled
polished diamonds.
She told her to wait
because people change,
but you will not.
Tell him "I don't love
the way you smile:
crooked, full of adoration."
Wait until he thinks
this is unbreakable,
then show him how wrong
he is.
When he says "This is
not heartbreak.
You need a heart
in order for it to break."
Remind him that
you were perfect
for him once
and that people
change, but you do not.
Literature
making tea
in a warmed pot
hot water and tea leaves
meet in an intimate embrace
pleased by the tea leaves' attentions
the water becomes a sweet golden nectar
but the water is a cruel lover
and she turns bitter if held too long
so the tea leaves are left behind
tired and used, forgotten
the water has taken what she wants
Literature
Malignment
Malignment
You're so dramatic,
hot and cold in the
same fractured sentence.
You frustrate me;
like a picture frame
that isn't quite centered right.
Left hanging by a thread
that maybe it'll look okay
from a different angle
or a different light.
But us, no matter what angle,
or day or night,
we were like puzzle pieces
that didn't fit.
And it drove me crazy to see
those two pieces
just sitting away from the game,
that we had a misaligned frame.
We were never on the same level.
You, you were a constant
temptation to insanity
with your ill-chosen words,
oh-so-innocent smiles,
protestations of 'I love you'
and whispers beneath the sheets.
Literature
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Piss Poor Philosophies
I sit here wondering how this all came to be.
Where did all this attention come from?
Why do the shadows haunt me?
are these shadows my mistakes
or my beginnings
My mind is holding these devils,
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I want the demons to stop laughing in my ears.
demons are just my kin -
brother, sister but there is no one connection
Eventually, death becomes my friend.
I realize that I know it well in the end.
Because maybe we’re all dying before we live?
but does living just mean to live
to die
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When the Stars RainEvery year, around the warm summer months, the small town of Lacrimagna shut their city gates and begin to prepare for the week of Starfall.
Household tasks are split between families, blankets and bedding are brought out of the closets, neighbors put out signs of their daylight napping hours; as the usual furor of summer activity is dimmed to such a silence that it could be assumed we have transformed into a ghost town.
In reality, we ready ourselves for dusk, when we awake to the birth of the event, the nights that the stars fall.
Tonight is supposed to be the lightest shower of the week, but still my Mother insists I grab my umbrella, as we could never be too careful of the amount of starlight our humanly bodies can take.
I sigh, but still reach for the handle, if only to appease her, and then I am running out the door and towards the large field at the left corner of town, where it all takes place.
The wet grass sticks through my striped socks as I run, but my ey
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