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The Things I Carry

I carry the immense weight of potential with me.

I carry the knowledge that death exists, and that we are all born to die.

I carry the memory of every nightmare and doubt and sleepless night and restless day and dark morning and even darker night; I carry the strain of trying to see into a cloudy, uncertain future, a future filled with a form of destruction yet unknown to me. I carry the constant, unwavering and terrifying suspicion of never being good enough, of never improving, and of never reaching the stars that I yearn to be made closer to.

I carry passion.

I carry the obligation to be and make others happy.

I carry tears, both wept and unwept and the memory of sweat long ago perspired and the recollection of blood spilling, drop by drop, into a white porcelain sink, becoming less and less white as time goes on staining and corrupting the once pure and innocent and undisturbed white coloring.

I carry contradictory contradictions.

I carry the internal battle between happiness and sadness, making life both a constant state of ecstasy and a constant state of suffering.

I carry the weight of others. Within me I hold the experiences and insecurities and fears and dreams and thoughts and ambitions and logic and sympathies and opinions and emotions and souls of many, indiscriminately.

I carry a fear to love, but also a deep and primal and unexplainable need to love.

I carry the weight of my soul.

I am fortunate, however. As I carry others, others carry me. It is this sense of closeness that defeats the nightmares, and sleepless nights, and the restless days, and the dark mornings, and the doubt, and the fear, and the insecurity, and the vulnerability and the uncertainty, and the bitter feelings, and the sense of hopelessness, and washes away the bloody porcelain, and heals the wounds that sweat and blood and tears once leaked from and ultimately overwhelms the sadness with waves upon waves of relentless kindness and happiness, pounding on the door to my heart, determined to drive away the terror and longing and sadness and fear and feelings of inadequacy and leaving only light of the purest form, creating a new feeling- that of absolute and complete awe for the power of this closeness, for its ability to drive away the crushing weight of the void, and stop the contradictions from contradicting, and replacing this blank, empty space with the most essential and human parts of all of us.

This sense of closeness makes all of the weight worth it.

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And the Water Cried

The cool smack of ocean wind resounded across my unhinged jaw.
I swallowed the gust and tasted the salt of the water.
It mixed well with my bitter tears.
I cried out as I waded deeper.
The sea wept for me.

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Specter

I stared at her hair as it glistened in the light summer rain; 
I watched as it twirled and leaped in the gentle breeze. 
I admired the sway of her hips, and the way that the soles 
of her feet rose and fell, all in rhythm with the bounce of 
her step. I enjoyed the image her porcelain-like skin, as 
well as the dark shadow that it made on the uneven pavement. 
I smiled as she smiled, and frowned as she frowned. I wished 
for a moment of recognition, for an instance of eye contact, 
but all in vain. In the shadows I remained- 
a specter, 
both devoid of life and full to the brim with it. She passed me, 
the image of her being so engrained in my mind that I saw her even 
with my eyes closed. 
I followed. 
I approached her slowly, as one would a wounded animal, afraid 
that she would escape the depths of my passion.
I was consumed. 
I stared once again at her wet hair, still beautiful even in its lack of motion. 
I admired her stagnant hips and the upturned soles of her feet. I touched
 her doll skin. It felt not of porcelain, but cold paper. I smiled at her shadow. 
I envied her blank, lifeless eyes.

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I Can'T Wait To Feel Something

I can't wait to feel something
I can't wait to open my eyes
and see a thousand colors
ricocheting off the walls of my
marble prison.
I can't wait for the bloody porcelain
to be cleansed by the tears of angels. 
I can't wait for this invisible burden to escape me;
for the weight of the world to once again be nestled
in the crook of Atlas's back.
I can't wait for joy; for the muscles in my jaw to
understand the conventions of this
unnatural world.
I can't wait for the day, for any day,
as I am tormented by the night-
the shadow and clouds of my mind paint dark streaks
across the sun and sky and stars.
I can't wait for the LED screen to crack,
for the artificial light to take its rightful place 
in the graveyard of inhumanity.
I can't wait for my soul.
I can't wait for thin skin to crack
at the sound of a harsh word.
I can't wait for the universe to start;
I can't wait for it to finally end.

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Bounce

I awoke one day,
high in spirit,
with a bounce in my step.
I flew above the clouds,
above the sky,
bouncing throughout the abyss.
But as time dragged me through
this eternal eternity,
my bounce faltered, and I began to sink.
No longer could I touch the sky and stars,
instead settling for the feeling
of grainy dirt and hard wood planks 
that encompassed my body, 
a body that could bounce 
no more.

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Eight Word Challenge

Freedom of Self                      Date: 3.29.17

We advance, shackled to ourselves,
Believing in the grandeur of freedom.
The cartridge of war make a dull rumbling sound,
As a drum beat plays to the rhythm of falling men.
The acidic cries of enemies and friends elicit responses both
Mordacious and cheerful in nature, inspiring
The death knell to sound, as wizened men
Send the young and stupid to the grassy knoll.
They loiter under the earth, waiting for the meaning
Of their sacrifice to become apparent, 
anticipating the lighting of their ashy pyres,
unaware of the trifle nature of their lives and souls.
Still the horn sounds, as enemies and friends horde the
Field, desperate for the chance to finally be free of their most corrupt enemy,

Themselves.

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Smothered Bright

The light of my life faded into the liquid night,
Losing its spark with a silent hiss.

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Woes of Past

Here I lie,
Broken,
Strung out on the cracked pillar of yesterday,
Yearning to be made closer to tomorrow.

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Solitude

I stared out far into the milky fog,
desiring peace, but finding anger.

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Onedayiwilldie

I hear the ocean
I feel gusts of wind on my arms
I sway
I get sentimental
I get sad
What is it all for.
We will die not knowing.
Nothing matters.
But we still value our
life above every other thing.
Next year I will be 20.
I already feel 100.
Who will remember me when I die?
No other question really matters.
Never be a sheep.