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and one day
We will be okay
one day
Our blood won’t bleed
so red so thick
soon the comforter won’t
seem too heavy, cementing Us to Our mattresses—
the pillow will absorb Our dreams
not just Our tears
We will stand:
hands by our side,
heads held so high
We can kiss the clouds,
We can catch the planes
Our smiles will grow so wide
that the sun the moon
and all those stars will
smile back, dismissing the fear
of blue skies
of starry nights
We will breathe,
and We will breathe
at the pace the universe intended Us to
and above all,
one day,
when We are asked how We are
how We’re doing
We will respond
—in unison—
We will say that We are okay ,
and We will bask in bliss
because We will just have spoken
a victorious truth.
We will be okay
one day
Our blood won’t bleed
so red so thick
soon the comforter won’t
seem too heavy, cementing Us to Our mattresses—
the pillow will absorb Our dreams
not just Our tears
We will stand:
hands by our side,
heads held so high
We can kiss the clouds,
We can catch the planes
Our smiles will grow so wide
that the sun the moon
and all those stars will
smile back, dismissing the fear
of blue skies
of starry nights
We will breathe,
and We will breathe
at the pace the universe intended Us to
and above all,
one day,
when We are asked how We are
how We’re doing
We will respond
—in unison—
We will say that We are okay ,
and We will bask in bliss
because We will just have spoken
a victorious truth.
Literature
To all the men who didn't see me for what I was
Tornadoes never make good shelters -
but he doesn't know that.
So he tries to find
refuge inside of me,
he tries to build a home
out of my bitten bones
with a porch swing
made of whatever
left-over love
someone forgot to take back.
He wants me to be a safe place
to hide away
from a troublesome summer,
but I am not made of light,
and I am not made of beginnings -
everything about me
is a never-ending ending.
Tornadoes never make good shelters -
and he will soon know that.
Literature
Lullaby
Hush, hush, Child
Monsters don't hide
In the dark of night.
Sleep tight, Child
You're not alone.
All evil walk on two feet
Their faces are human,
Hands can give and destroy.
Let them close,
They'll whisper sweet things,
But serpent tongues
Drip poison to your ears.
The arsenic of their words
Laces your brain with sorrow,
As it spreads slowly
Through veins and arteries,
Killing from inside,
But you have to stand up
Have to carry on.
Hush, hush, Child
Monsters don't hide
In the dark of night.
Sleep tight, Child
You are not alone.
You feel small and weak
Abandoned and fragile,
But remember always
You are loved.
Bones can break, and
Wounds
Literature
Enough
My skin is pale with blinding hopes; shotty wishes that strike my sins well.
Hollow, humming wells that've never been more dry and cold.
Feeble in the wake of a Goddess
And miserable in the light of day.
Superb at his timely drunken stupor,
From where Repetition leaves one in a glass half empty;
Mercury to the brim.
Grey and dense, I am.
My mind is black with tangled thoughts; painful ideas that threaten to choke.
Twisted, twined masses of thread that’ve never been more choatic and torrid.
Anemic in the aftermath of a divine Man
And melancholic in the light of day, feeling less than.
First-rate when she consumes poison.
From where str
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This is beautiful. I really relate to this.