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Light illuminating life as a tree with wrinkled trunks of character and prickly ends of sap, pulling and pushing it back to earth. Life resists and retracts to what is right which is Earth’s natural light.
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I’ve risen through the light of day, Pushing and pulling through the darkness. Climbing through shit and mud, I breath in clean air and for the first time I bathe in a blissful existence. Having no concept of time or space, I take my time, Making it last. Only, of course, it doesn’t. Falling and falling, I cry into the night as A cloud of dust surrounds me In a brown aura. Now I could only dream of my Once blissful existence. Now I could only dream of my Lungs f
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One soft kiss tells me, “He loves you.” Is this reassurance? Distant, he’s been different with me “I love you,” he says as he leaves, as he walks through that wooden door In my car I follow Follow his Through the hills Through the park To a house of stone I wait as paranoia settles in my gut, then I walk to the house of stone Step Step I quietly step through the house of stone I hear passion I hear
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I would push her to the ground and wrap her body in earth and her lips and her neck would taste of blood and salt and I would fall into her trap and feed on her imperfections just to relieve myself of her plague But there is no chance of this dirt ground fantasy becoming truth. Cuz she does not look at me the way that I want her to. She, looks to the rich and wants to be loved, but, not by me. To “love” her is to fall into her nightmare life and mind, is
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You fell from the sky like a heavenly dancer with streams of color upon your back. You fluttered through the air, falling with dignity despite the fact that you did not have the strength to stay connected to others like you. You do not even wear the same green hue, but a dull orange or even a yellow or brown hue. Your time in this world has ended, slowly, but it has ended. The others will join you, and you shall all be one again. To- gether in a blanket of ye
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Oh my God! It’s David. What do I do? What do I say? How do I portray my feelings for you without sounding completely gay? Oh David, your beauty, your perfection silences me, leaves me without the natural reflex that I most need to live, to go on. Your shy little smile, your thin little waist, your long slender legs, and your cute little face makes me want you in a way that should not be said aloud to you or to anyone. I don’t know you and I do
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I am the blind Stuck in a game Of charades I am the mongoose Who is in love With the snake Living in this Dimension of Cruelty and Judgment I am lifted before You today as An example A reminder Live not This way This way of Infinite Blasphemy Driving you away From HIS love Keeping you out Of HIS heart My path of yellow Bricks reads Much too colorful Cruelty And Judgment Runs though Their sacred Rivers Through their he
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Alone, left in the Darkness to rot. I crumble In the face of light.
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Today I met a man without a name. When I looked at him he looked my way. I was curious as to who this man really was, so I tried to group my words in my mind,but I couldn’t find the ones that form my thoughts. So I stood there, and he stood there, silently staring in complete wonder and amazement. The moon was shining through a window behind him and I wanted to say "What a beautiful moon we have tonight." But it seemed to soon to ruin the silence with unnecessary s
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Pillars, Stacks upon stacks Of black and white Books fill the world Around me. Inside the books, The thoughts and writings That fill my mind from Day to day. Also, My own private paradise. Obviously with all of The things that I love, The things that amuse me, The things that hog all Of my passion. A paradise with it’s own Soundtrack and it’s own Natural flow and Breezy, ocean air, because This paradise is on the shore Where it’s sunny, but also Cool A
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You could say it was fate but it really was not. We met One, Two, Three times we conversed. You could say it was Coincidence because it really was Love. It was a love to last or so I thought. The way you caressed And embraced me helped me to feel your love to know your love or made me think I knew your love. But, as time passed, you gave no sign of leaving Me and you Were together One, Two, Three, Four years of love. Then, you left me. You
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In search of pure souls, he called to the hearts of children who were willing to serve God in a holy battle. Pure hearts. Without sin. And they came, faithful to God and His will. He preached to them the word of the Lord. The word of God. Destroy those who oppose His word and you shall have glorious salvation. Immediate entrance into the eternal kingdom of Heaven. They marched to the sea, faithful that it would part, showing them the road that they shall take. Th
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His silence outlines His beauty As does His shy demeanor A small tug of His faded plaid shirt sends me into blind ecstasy Mutual acquaintances have brought US together But not nearly as together as I’d like Waist; Body; Beauty; Smile A shy smile with His eyes down Bliss He gives me a loud peace Heart, jumping in my throat Will this ever be? Leaving him Irks me Twists me Burns me But I must Unaware
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As soon as he was gone she changed. As in never the same. As in she’d gone through a complete mental breakdown and I had front row seats to the worst show of my life. Every time I looked up, her eyes had tears, her nose was red, and her face was blank. She’d look away and sorry seemed to be the only word that I could say. I could never say that everything would be okay because day to day everything was different. I walked behind her every day, leaving footp
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A fag is something you fear? A fag is nothing but a Fabulous and Awesome Gentleman. A fag, comparable to a bunch of sticks. You’re afraid of a bunch of sticks? Who’s the sissy now Macho Man, Mr. Testosterone, Captain Incredible? A fag, homosexual, gay, comparable to pure happiness. Does happiness threaten you? Don’t you want to be happy Macho Man, Mr. Testosterone, Captain Incredible? What kind of person doesn’t want to be happy to
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Do you remember the dry winter nights we spent in my car? Our seats pushed back, searching the stars for a common goal Of acceptance from others. Our breath stank of whiskey and Coke as we dreamed of a purple sky and clouds of dry oats, leaving behind the worries of our normal life. Together we dipped out feet in the pond of perfection, never quite reaching the bottom which was sure to be our garden of sugar in various confections. Rotting teeth and sour stomac
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He slinks to his place under the tree, carrying his bag of art that swings against his slender legs, and he sits on a leaf-littered patch of grass that’s surely brown beneath the dull oranges and yellows of the leaves. And as he sits, his shirt lifts up, revealing just a taste of that delightful flat stomach, which is only one thing of beauty about this boy. There’s a list. A long list of beauty and perfection and even grace as he taps his feet on the ground and drums
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My memories of you have been reduced to photographs scattered across the beige carpet of my room The corners are bent and ink is chipped off or scratched off. Does it matter? Your spirited nature is still captured by these quick moments; flashes lighting up your face A brother, you were, but I will never know, cuz you weren’t around and I wasn’t around you One memory still remains. A photograph in my mind of myself. I’m flying into the air and falling in
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A collection of my poems
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The day after Travis came to lunch was the first day of the apple harvest festival. We were going as a family. Travis and his aunt and uncle were going as well, so I said I'd just meet him there. Driving to the harvest had to be planned carefully. You'd think that as big as our family is that we'd have a SUV or at least a van, but we don't. All we have is two small sedans-mine that's technically my mom's and my dad's. Mom, dad, and Kyle went in dad's car. I drove my car with Ty an
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When I got back from the family reunion, I waited a few days before I sat down with my Aunt Nancy and Uncle Martin to ask them about living with them. I wanted to make sure Jared was gone and that my place with them was perfect. "What is it that you wanted to talk to us about, Travis?" asked Aunt Nancy as we sat at the kitchen table. "Well, when I came to Stone Lake it was to get away from my parents' divorce and I had every intention going back and going to school
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After having a great time with my brother's at Fun World, I called Joey. I wanted to know if he wanted to hang out. Of course he jumped on the chance. It was late so the only thing that was open was the Larry's Diner which was open twenty-four hours at six days a week. Sunday is the only day that the diner is closed and that's because Larry's Catholic and goes to church on Sundays. I walked into the diner and Joey was already there, sitting in a booth with a plate of fries and two
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Sam had just got back from Travis' family reunion and Ryan and Julian were packing to go back to the university. I knew that now was the time that I needed to tell my mom about my relationship with Julian. Now was a good time because she couldn't kick him out. So, I waited until Julian was about to leave. Ryan, who could barely look at Julian, went to silently put their bags in his Jeep. I asked Julian to wait before he went outside. I brought my mom into the living room. I looked
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Spending time with Travis' family was so fun, until Jared showed up. Any chance he got he was getting Travis' cousins to heckle us. He was worse than a little kid. He was worse than Ryan in my eyes. At least Ryan had the guts to say what he thinks to our faces. "Don't let Jared make you uncomfortable," said Travis' uncle, Martin. "Yeah," said Travis. "He's just being an asshole." "Trav, did you forget that Martin is his father?" I asked.
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A few nights after my big climactic argument and then make up with my dad, I got a visit from Alex. He had tears in his eyes, but somehow he didn't seem sad. "Alex, what's wrong?" I asked as he stood at the door. "Can I come in?" he asked in a sniffle. "Yeah, come in," I said. We walked up to my room like nothing between us had ever happened. It's not like we were fighting or anything. It was just really awkward. Somehow the awkwardness
