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Maria Cherub Poem
It's the colours you see,
in the dim of the night.
The endless galaxies,
and their infinite light.
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Maria Cherub Poem
There were moments in which it would implore,
You stop suffocating it to a bore.
The medication always put it in its place,
Shackling it so it may not rear its horrid face.
But it eventually came up with a trick,
That would make you think best,
Yet you would only end up sick,
Though perhaps it was a test.
It convinced you the more you swallowed,
The less it would speak, the less you would wallow.
So you shoveled the capsules into your mouth,
But halfway through you felt a doubt.
You heard it's laugh, you heard its cackle,
And soon you knew you let it out of its shackles.
You couldn't stop, you swallowed more,
And your body washed up on a quaking shore.
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Maria Cherub Poem
You ran for them.
Your cheeks ruddy.
You found them.
Battered and bloody.
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Maria Cherub Poem
"I want my mom back!" She screamed.
It tore my heart out, gnawed on it, tauntingly.
Began to tear it apart at the seams.
Stitch by Stitch.
But I felt my heart burst within,
it's chewing gnaw, when I heard the lie,
"I'll stop drinking, you win."
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Maria Cherub Poem
You stayed up all night,
to catch them in sight.
They left you abandoned,
a frozen picture in candid.
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Maria Cherub Poem
My tongue became an ashtray for your venom.
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Maria Cherub Poem
Your dreams are so goddamn vivid.
You've been to the farthest corners of the forever expanding space,
And you've been parts to the Earth not even yet theorized of.
You've saved lives and you've ended them.
And you've been alien and fauna.
Your dreams are so goddamn real.
You've become the lucidity of the ocean.
And you've seen storms like none other.
You've invented so much beyond any geniuses dreams.
And I swear you've birthed so many beautiful beings.
Your dreams are so goddamn possible.
You've taken the world in your fingertips.
And you've learned how to pull the strings of fate.
You've taken the wheel for yourself and steered in your own direction.
And you've become the very essence of creation.
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Maria Cherub Poem
Every morning spent hours, unmoving in bed.
Watching the bumps and the cracks and nothings of the ceiling.
Unreality.
Get up at the last minute.
shower, dress, eat, leave.
My toothbrush hasn’t touched my mouth in a month.
And I find my dreams are filled with nicotine,
blazing fires of kerosene,
Uncomfortable moments of obscenity.
“Please don’t touch me [there.]”
Every scream in my mind,
almost never leaves my throat,
Despite the relief I know it would bring me.
And I find myself staring,
At the wisps of smoke,
That find their way and explore the wind,
Trailing off my cigarette butt,
“I could fix this all.
Nevermind. Stop the scene, cut.”
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Maria Cherub Poem
It rings out it's melodies,
bouncing from ear to ear.
It gives you your reason,
and nothing to fear.
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Maria Cherub Poem
It's the time in night
when the stars cry.
And the moon makes our ocean,
our later sky.
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