《Poetry》


 Sun

    The sun is always beautiful to look at from afar


    Where it cannot burn too badly or shine too bright


    The sun like anything can be volatile


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    The most beautiful things I have ever seen


    Can burn worse than anything I have ever felt


    The sun is glad to warm and glad to illuminate


    Be happy with what it gives


    Do not greedily move closer to claim more


    You will get burned


    Though with this knowledge comes the ability to question


    Is it worth it?

 Petrichor

    The earth is dry and dying


    Wet wordless whispers bring it back to life


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    The scent of the earth exhaling with relief floats off the ground and into the air


    The smell of life is so strong even the birds can smell it


    I''d bottle the scent if I could and breath it in


    Whenever I needed to feel alive

 Pepper Flowers

    Imagine a flower seen for the first time through a child''s eyes


    The delicate snow white petals


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    The stark scent of underdeveloped peppercorns


    What a discovery


    What wonder


    What curiosity


    That which one can no longer imagine


    Because one cannot go back there

 Life Support

    You found me at the edge


    Barely breathing


    Neck deep in water


    But then you saved me


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    I am still cold


    But I am no longer submerged


    Where does this oxygen come from?


    So fresh and so rich and relieving


    Do I question it?


    No


    For I cannot breath without it


    I cannot live without it


    I cannot live without you

 Being Alive

    Not to say no one does any wrong


    Why are accidents so difficult to let go?


    Why is a child behaving childishly discouraged so?


    It is so forbidden to be weak and helpless


    It is so selfish to want attention


    Submission is cowardice


    Misunderstanding is consent


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    You were not wanted


    We do not love you


    You were so much better


    From conception to birth we are always perfect


    But because you were guided by na?vet¨¦


    Because you buckled under the pressure of fear


    Because you had the temerity to make a mistake you are worthless now


    You are a disappointment


    You are a coward


    You are a failure


    And we could do so much better given another chance which means this is not on us


    This is not how we raised you


    We have no idea what happened to you but we judge you mercilessly


    Because we are afraid


    And we are locked in something horrid and illogical


    Denial

 Dont Waste It

    Don''t question


    Don''t fret


    It''s not your position to worry about it


    Just be


    But I want to solve it


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    You don''t have the right tools


    There is not enough time


    No way it will get done without anyone helping


    You won''t do it right


    They never say no do they?


    So how come you still stop?


    Belief and support are powerful tools


    People don''t think about the simplest things


    The tiny votes of confidence


    The smallest and easiest compliments


    The ones that can change someone''s life

 This House

    We''ve got no time but we''ve got desire


    We try to build


    We build up two blocks


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    There is no way to keep Devils out of this house


    Our house


    They take blocks selfishly and go


    I should''ve loved this sooner


    Should''ve started building sooner


    I still love it though


    I still love you


    We can''t keep building this way


    This house is falling apart

 I Miss This

    I miss things I''ve never felt before


    I miss your arms around me


    I miss the smell of your neck


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    As long as we''re doing together


    I always feel alive


    But I miss feeling it''s worth being alive


    I miss the absence of your fear


    Your willingness to accept what I am


    Your eagerness to be around me


    I miss you feeling the way I do

 Cyanide and Fire

    Why can''t you leave me alone?


    How can this mix of pain and pleasure be so addicting?


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    I crave your approval


    I crave your affection


    You make me so dangerous to myself


    The more I want your warmth


    The closer I get to you


    The worse the burn


    I breath in your sweet scent


    And you kill me

 Wanted

    You make me feel like something is wrong with me


    I¡¯ll believe that


    I¡¯ll believe anything you tell me


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    Maybe I¡¯m not worthy of your attention


    Yet I¡¯ll do anything to make you love me


    Care for me


    Look at me


    I just want your attention


    Am I so unworthy you can¡¯t even look at me?


    Nobody cares for me


    Because I am unlovable


    But I just want you


    I just want you to care for me

 Selfishness

    Everyone is selfish


    I understand that


    But please not you


    Please just be a little bit selfless


    Please want to care about other people


    About me


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    If I only care about one thing in this world


    Only want one thing in this world


    I want you


    But the last thing you want is me


    I don¡¯t want you to forget about me


    I want to be selfish


    I want you to be mine


    But I can¡¯t be happy if you aren¡¯t


    I need you to be who you are


    Do what you do


    Be wherever you are


    You give me life


    If you don¡¯t live


    I don¡¯t live

 Leather Bound Books

    I like leather bound books


    Filled with papyrus pages


    Covered in pounce dried ink


    I like leather bound books


    Maybe that¡¯s hard to understand?


    Because a leather bound book I think of


    Is not the same book you think of


    Nobody thinks like I think or you think


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    Because lately it¡¯s been easier to lie than explain


    That my brain operates on a different wavelength


    And I have these thoughts that don¡¯t work on paper


    Because I don¡¯t think with the words that people use


    You can¡¯t copy and paste creativity


    Am I the only one who can tell when things sound pat?


    I write to survive and I share just because


    Even though I¡¯m afraid of the hate and the laughs


    Because fear is cheap


    But at least love is free


    And that was so cheesy I threw up a bit


    But I still believe it


    So I guess I disgust myself


    I don¡¯t write for me


    Because I don¡¯t deserve good things


    I can¡¯t explain why


    But I like leather bound books


    Waiting on a shelf and wanting to be special

 First Draft

    I like writing at night


    When everything is louder


    The sound of pipes in the walls


    The streetlights out of the window


    The silence, pressing against your ears


    Silence that spurs on ideas


    Because everything I try to write sounds forced


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    Nighttime makes me think


    About rainbows and dinosaurs and mirrors


    About the 7,404,976,783 people on this earth


    And how hard it is to be special


    And how good it feels to be happy


    But how much easier it is to write sad


    And making sure I seem like a rebel


    Whenever I feel like the world hates me


    Whenever I suddenly realize I can¡¯t please everyone


    Or maybe, not anyone


    I used to think I wanted to die


    But because of you I might change my mind


    My first drafts always suck


    Because I try too hard


    But when I erase it all


    Start over


    Stop thinking


    Everything comes together

 Solitude

    I used to sit in a bookshop and read alone


    And I used to go home and be alone


    And then I used to sit in the corner of the cafeteria


    Only once it was closed though


    And I¡¯d...be alone


    And then I sat in the classroom after class with the teacher


    And I felt alone


    Except sometimes he shuffled his papers around


    And that was too much noise for me, but once he asked


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you listen to music while you read?¡±


    Because all that¡¯s on the radio are these angsty teens


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    And it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t get them


    It¡¯s just that I¡¯m a hypocrite


    I used to sit with these kids at school who asked


    ¡°Did you go out and party last night?¡±


    And I¡¯d say no I was alone last night


    With a flashlight and A Study in Scarlet


    Teachers called me a poet in first grade


    I didn¡¯t know what that meant I just knew


    That I liked the characters I wrote about better than them


    I¡¯m cool with writing alone


    But this computer goes so slow


    I had to break it


    Except now I have to write downstairs


    But I keep getting kicked out of the living room


    Since 2 AM is ¡°too late¡± to stay up writing


    Is it just me or is the world too cacophonous?


    I¡¯ve got this 12 year old cousin who plays baseball


    And at midnight he still won¡¯t stop waking me up


    Even though he¡¯s got a game at 7 AM


    And I have to waste time on the weekend with friends


    All so that people will leave me alone


    It¡¯s long since time I built my social life a funeral pyre


    And at least use it to light the sky on fire


    So people know I exist


    Even though I¡¯m not around a whole lot


    At least solitude is quiet


    And I like the quiet

 Limitations

    There are all these rules


    All these things I¡¯m supposed to do


    I¡¯m supposed to be a perfect student


    I¡¯m supposed to be a perfect caretaker


    And a perfect child


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    I¡¯m not supposed to lay in bed hiding from the world


    I¡¯m not supposed to prefer the aged pages of a book to the company of people


    I¡¯m not supposed to be in love with a man twice my age


    I¡¯m not supposed to be able to find comfort in his touch


    Understanding in his eyes


    I¡¯m not supposed to do the things that make me happy


    I¡¯m only supposed to do what makes others happy


    And that¡¯s supposed to make me happy


    And if it doesn''t? Well.


    Then something must be wrong with me

 Night

    Night is a fragile being


    The sun will destroy the darkness


    The world awakening will destroy the silence


    The whole thing is like glass


    So easy to shatter


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    To destroy it would be wrong


    It lulls you into what is perhaps a false sense of security


    Convincing you that the world is full of tranquility


    The relaxing dark pitch


    Sets in so everything has time to stitch


    Itself back together in the slow moving hours


    Birds rest inside the trees and bees rest within the flowers


    Everything must come back to life, soon


    But I¡¯d rather the sun not come up while the world¡¯s asleep


    So I¡¯ll nestle in the darkness and let it hold me