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Alvara October 12, 3025
You thought you should let him know, it was important enough. But he wasn't going to be especially happy about it. You decided to start with a smile, you painted it on your face, but began to rub your hands together, signaling that you were nervous. He picked up on that. Afterall, he was the closest thing you had to a father, he created you.
"I should..." you couldn't look him in the eye, "....be leaving soon."
He went backward, eating those steps he took earlier, bumping into a desk with test tubes on it. He wasn't your average 20-year-old.
"Where are you going?" He questioned, with every edge of concern on his face.
"I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. This isn't the first time that I've brought up the subject."
He took off his glasses, and pinched the top of his nose, where, if he was especially upset, his eyebrows almost met. You could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
SingThe whole world laughed at her
the way she always forgot
the way she always would stir
so she ran
she screamed at the top of her lungs
her legs were pale, her face was tan
her breathing quickened
"Why am I so imperfect?"
she heard a noise, she was suddenly sickened
"Even the birds are laughing"
she was losing her mind
so she sank to the ground
she closed her eyes
and she sang
and for the first time
DreamsWhen the sun goes down
that's when dreams come alive
they swim, stir, creep inside us
Drowning our minds
pushing out everything we know
becoming a part of us
a piece we didn't know was accessible
Some don't know
They live in their own reality
running from themselves
Some reach for them
the reality they call dreams
but I believe these things are very real
They had to come from somewhere
a place that is vivid, and wholly reachable
DeathSo there I stand
with a gun in my hand
It's you I hate
Sticking your nose into things
pushing me until I am on the edge
But just wait and see what timing brings
I'll make you watch the water run red
Don't worry, death is the latest trend
At least you can keep up, right?
I just want to see how far you can bend
I want you out of my sight
So I stand outside your door
On your porch I sit
Just wait and see what I have in store
I watch the entrance... and see you open it
Evil, Deceiving LiarThere are dark skies
she can't see
there are voices
"Meet me at the graveyard"
There are hands
hands that creep out her window
the other one holds her arm
then recites another lie
"Don't worry, it's only dark blue outside."
The WitchShe's a Woman
a mad woman
She takes everything
She twists it all around
at the snap of her fingers
She calls to me
Calls me out in front of everyone
this will be my trial
She tells me not to worry
She doesn't believe in death
Instead, she gives me new life
one I wasn't ready for
She's a woman
a wicked woman
Who Am IWho am I?
I can take any shape you form me into
I can run so fast the world will never sees me, I run in circles
Who am I?
I fell so good in your hands, but I always slip away
I can hurt and heal
Who am I?
I thrash around all the time, looking for someone take take under
Who am I?
The Water? Or you?
I Am.I am as clean as a mess
I am as dark as the light
I am as loud as a mouse
I am as big as a flea
I am as fast as a sloth
I am as sly as a deer
I am as threatening as a lamb
I am as beautiful as a razor
I am as curvy as a board
I am as short as a giraffe
I am healed as a fresh-cut
I am as strong as a kitten
I am happy as a tear
I am... me
Me and Peter PanI want to have a dream
of dark night skies
of sweet lullabies
I want to dream that we shoot the moon
That we skip thorough June
Hand in Hand
No one will ever understand
I want to dream that we ride hot air balloons
Then we fight aliens until noon
And when dinner calls
We eat monster claws
I want to dream that I run away
That you'll hug me and say
"don't be afraid of the dark, I will be here holding your hand"
I want to dream that we ride horses
Make our own allied forces
That we promise to never grow up
That we drink from the King's finest cups
I want to dream that you'll always be there to
fight my aliens
to shoot the moon
And to hold my hand in the dark
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
You Know Who You AreSo this is for you
You Know who you are
your name is written in the stars
millions and millions of miles away
just close enough to touch
and I read what they say
Do you even miss me?
Do you even care?
If you don't I can't help to notice that you stare
you seem lost
do you need help?
that's too bad
you're gone now
and I'm proud
because this time
you were the one to fall
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