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Suited

For once, I feel loved.

The feeling is weird to me.
Just a few months ago I thought love was stupid.
					That it was impossible.
I thought my mind was not suited
	I thought it was not tangible.

Such a foolish thing to think.
Of course my mind can comprehend love
But it could all go away in a blink,
	to feel higher than clouds, to feel so above
 
To then just be put out,
Like a fire at a campsite.
Yes, the seeds of doubt
Start to plant with delight

Maybe,
	I am not suited for such things.
I must be crazy! 
	To think I am worthy of something meant for the worldly kings.

Love this
Love that
Love her 
Love him
Love these
Love those

Love.
	I do not know.
		I am not a dove…
			I am so far below…


For once, I felt loved.

The feeling is weird to me.
Just a few moments ago I thought love wasn’t stupid.
					That it wasn’t impossible.
I thought my mind was suited
	I thought it was tangible.

Such a foolish thing to think.

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Body Language

Your body remembers it all.
	whether you do or don’t.

Your body remembers the pain you felt.
	even when you can’t recall.

Your body will trigger the flashbacks.
	and you’ll take them as dreams.

Your body will remind you of the setbacks.
	but you will ignore it.

Your body will shut down parts of you,
	to keep you alive.

Your body will speak to you,
	in a language only you can learn to understand.

Your body’s language,
	is the hardest language known to man.

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Dibujando Estrellas

Dibujo estrellas

En mi piel como en el papel.

Para el alma vieja y dulce,

Eso no fue más allá del verano de quinto grado.

Para el falso hijo de gran espíritu,

Eso me destruyó para su propio disfrute,

Cuando ellos eran realmente los que estaban siendo

Destruido detrás de las puertas.

No dibujo un círculo ni un cuadrado

Dibujo estrellas.

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Desiring What I Cannot Have

She’s so ideal

She smiles at everyone she sees.
At the sight of someone so ethereal,
The people feel at ease.

Her perfect hair falling down,
The way ocean waves couldn’t compare.
When one looks into her blue eyes they drown,
One couldn’t help but stare.

When you hear her voice,
The angels stop and listen.
You have no choice,
To impress her would be your mission.

Her name,
Just the mention of her.
It will spark a flame,
Everything else would be a blur.

I want to be that girl,
The girl who the angels listen to.

The girl who’s hair,
Makes the ocean waves get jealous.

The girl that people just connect to.
The girl who could drown you
with the beauty of her eyes

The girl who by even the slightest mention,
It would send someone into a heart attack.

I want to be her.

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The Incident

It’s deathly cold. 
 The walls are blank 
  The air is so thick that you could take a 
   blade to it as you would a cake and serve it 
   to people at a birthday.

But of course, I have no birthday.
 I don’t know how I was born, 
  or where I was born.

The prophecy told my family that I would arrive.
 It told them I would raise chaos and destruction on them.

Of course no one believed it until..well..
       “The incident”

After that they forced me to be isolated from the world.
  I retreat back everyday into attic I once called my mind.

This isolation..
  It’s solemn.
I fell weak, I cannot stand.
  I’m pale.
They tell me I am sick.
  I am not sick.

I am cold.

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Hell Hot Water

The little beads rise to the surface of her skin.
The skin that seems to have
'gotten scratched by the cat'

One too many times.

But as she goes to erase all evidence of her deflect
She feels it sting.

A sting she knows all too well.

Her blood feeling the tension of the gleaming blade against her skin
The sting comes and goes,

But here comes the hell hot waters,
The little voices in her head screaming for her to yell in pain, in anger,
something to tell people she's hurt

But she just sighs as the
demons come from the shower and cause havoc on her skin
Her fingers graze against her
scars as she is reminded of the the pain, the agony.

But she will sigh, as she know the hell hot water demons,
 will soon meet her skin again

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Gone

Damn.
You're really gone.
I guess it hit me on the way 
  To your celebration of life ceremony.
It's going to feel weird when I go to the house,
 The halls won't fill with reggae music in the morning  like it used too.

  All the jokes about stupid little things will stop, 
grandma will be too sad to joke around for a while.
  Your laugh won't fill the empty halls with precious times framed to be forever remembered.
  The sports car will most likely be given to one of the brothers or sons, 
  They'll probably never drive it.
The dogs will wonder where you're at, and why you haven't come back yet.
  The night won't be filled with serious things or silly things, there will be no more, "I love you angel, see you in the morning"

Because the truth is, I won't see you in the morning gramps, you'll be on a shelf in a box with a picture frame of you next to it.
 You'll be in my blue heart necklace that I'll wear everyday.

I remember all the advice you gave me about life, love, and family. 
I remember everything, 
 When I think about your laugh I get sad, because the only way I'll ever hear it again is when I watch videos of us.

  You always called me your princess gramps, but right now I don't feel like a princess.
 My mascara is running down my face, and my eyes are aching with pain and sorrow.

I miss you gramps, 
 because you're gone.

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On The Shelf

Blood falling
Down 
Down
Down

Onto the little glass shard 
    of my dads broken 
    shot glass 
I don’t know
    why I do it.
I never have real answer
    when people ask..

“To forget”
“To punish”
“To feel better..”

Those are the most common answers..
But I had a reason that night..
Everything was failing..

My friends
My relationship 
My grades
My room was a mess
I kept getting grounded..

That night my uncle was in town
He was my dads friend but him and 
    my dad were so close they 
    were blood brothers.

I don’t remember how he found out..
If I told him
If he saw the glass shard
    from the shot glass
I can’t remember.

All I remember is him taking it from my hands
And telling me that I was gonna be ok..

“This will go on my shelf”
    “It has my blood on it.”
“That’s alright sugar”
    “Why on your shelf?”
“To show how far you’ve come from this moment”
    “Don’t tell my parents..”
“I won’t.”

That was the first time 
I’ve seen him cry.

And when he isn’t here on earth anymore..
Well..
I don’t want to think about that.

To my Uncle Robert.
The crazy old man 
I’m happy to have.

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A Man

A man I once knew
 He never looked lost 

A man I once knew
 Never let words get to him

A man i once knew
 Was born in a stable 

A man I once knew
 I don’t know when I stopped knowing him.

A man I once knew 
 He’s very well known
But I’ve seem to lost him..

The man i once knew..
 Is my savior..

but you see..

I am lost..

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Not Knowing

Not knowing is scary,
	It’s unnerving.

I wonder everyday where you are
	And how you’re doing,
		And if there’s a new me in your life.

But you said there’s no one like me.
	Was that a lie?
		It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied.

The scars on my limbs are the only reminder of you.
	Such a sad thought.
		That only way I remember you, 
	is through my pain.

The echoes of your voice,
	the things you’ve said to me.
		They seem to ring through my head,
	like a bell rings in a church.

You never truly loved me,
	you loved the memories we had.
		The good times we had.

I hate myself for that.
	I let you take advantage of me like that.
		Something my mother would never accept.
	Something my father would warn me about.

I don’t know.

	Not knowing is scary.
		But I know I’m right.
	
Thats what scares me.