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one mirror is a chair in my mind
death is something to sit on
like hunger or sadness
or shades of red or meaningless monopolies
blank faces on broadway at 2 am
hunching their soldier shoulders
so you can't see how beautiful their anguish is
or the light cascading from your windows
when you realize you're all alone
and somebody taught us all to hate ourselves
like echoes shadowed by thunder
like thousands of isolated islands far away enough
that even your heart hesitates
geographic recluses
alone for their own uses
a mirror is a chair in my mind
like shooting stars that need wishes themselves
like dusty glasses on a play ground
or sounds the world never found
death is something to sit on
like hunger or sadness
or shades of red or meaningless monopolies
blank faces on broadway at 2 am
hunching their soldier shoulders
so you can't see how beautiful their anguish is
or the light cascading from your windows
when you realize you're all alone
and somebody taught us all to hate ourselves
like echoes shadowed by thunder
like thousands of isolated islands far away enough
that even your heart hesitates
geographic recluses
alone for their own uses
a mirror is a chair in my mind
like shooting stars that need wishes themselves
like dusty glasses on a play ground
or sounds the world never found
Literature
Memoria in aeterna
To say that Cassandra was an influence on my life, is like saying the ocean is big. Such simple words cannot convey the vastness, the complexities, and the intricacies of who she was to me.
She was so large a part of my life, that with the naivety of the young, I assumed she would forever be there. She was an unchanging force from my childhood, a rock through my youth, and a friend in my adulthood. It still seems hard to fathom that she is gone.
I want to tell you who she was to me:
She was my inspiration. I remember watching her draw, and swallowing up every pencil stroke. I'd ask questions, and she'd slowly go over lines, telling me the
Literature
Her
She is a
beauty,
a head turner,
a hot mess,
but boy do I love her.
She never lets me
fall,
falter,
or lose my faith
because she believes in me.
I am in
lust,
in love,
and just damn lucky to have her
by my side.
She's my
best friend,
my biggest fan,
and my lover all
wrapped up in one special package.
Life is hard,
but she makes it bearable.
She lifts me up in the storm,
and never lets me give up,
even when I think the world
has had enough of me.
I can't stop
won't stop
loving her.
She is my hero,
and I am hers.
Literature
Home
Dear you
You probably don't know
I wrote about you yesterday
and the day before that.
But my favorite part was when you made me tea and it tasted like home.I drank all of it because that is what normal people do,but when I took your cup to the dishwasher
I saw you left a lil bit of tea in it, just like I normally would and i felt even more at home.
Today when you were siting next to me I was cutting out the word home from my paper and it seems like you have been a round a lot when the word 'home' is used but I guess that's one of the building blocks to start building a home, is someone who's going to be around.
I woke up this morning with a
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