No MoreIn the shadows we were casted to be forgotten about.More Like This
Pain and Misery is all we felt.
To them we are garbage, worthless.
We started to think like that too.
But as time went by,
We started to get furious started to rebel
"No more!!!" We said "Enough is enough".
We broke these chains holding us down to shadows.
Shining like a fire in the night.
We stood proud hand and hand together,
Like a wall of steel.
Never to be casted out again.
No More we said and No More was.
Battle Song We are lost in this worldMore Like This
Outcasts and victims slain
Although all is lost
We will not fade
We will stand until we burn
Lead our hearts to the open hate
Touch our voice to the sky
Let's renew the hope that we once held
We will fight until we die
Unleash the rage and the fury
Blinded by war and by hate
Can't understand the cries
The bleeding and the lies
Our strength shall carry on
One by one we call
One by one we rise
Sing for the victory
Let our world be reborn with peace
If Words Are WeaponsIf you hurt those I hold in my heart so dearMore Like This
If you harm those whom I call family
Or insult or slander any one I dub a friend.
I. Will. Break. You.
I. Will. Haunt. You.
Insure you're in terror, desperate in fear.
Knowing my vengeance's scent is near
For so help me, if you cause pain
To those I bear a promise and a burden for.
I. Will. Break. You.
I. Will. Crush. You.
Assure you this horror, my vow I make clear.
If words be my weapons
I'll lock and load,
Pull the trigger and
I'll sit back and be amused
As I revel in your misery
While all around, piece by jigsaw
Your silly little world explodes
And then you will know:
Though this be black on white
My words are my weapons.
EscapeEscape, or so I pray, escape.More Like This
Sever me this nightmare
That grows seedless
Inside me as a tree of despair.
Let me escape to dance
Beyond the limits of my eyes.
To soar over tussock, waving liberty
Under those ancient mountains
Where patience slumbers eternally.
Oh how I wish to fly like the eagle,
Majestic on those wisp of clouds
Ignorant to every taint
Except only to breathe in the verdant
Periphery which soothes
Like the last days of petrichor rain.
To lie below canopy, sleeping peace
Across those primal forests
Where wisdom sings with release.
Oh how I wish to be like the stag,
Wild as those rushing currents
Blind from any saint
Never lonely in worth for the night
Tragedy where ethers
Swirl the final notes of tranquil rest.
Escape, or so I pray, escape.
Grant me a selfish wish
Which gnaws me up within
This diminishing sadness
Who preys upon my flesh of sin.
Let me escape for a chance
To witness a new sunrise.
AnonymousAnonymous faceMore Like This
How sorry am I for this burden
To carry this weight
Such as it is.
And in a mirror I reflect
Whirlpools blink and reciprocate
Only a curt smile of disdain
Laughing at me.
For here I am back in sorrow
As frequent as the illusion rain.
Don't hate me as I ask no pardon
To bear these sins
I hide away.
Within the music I neglect
Ghosts hear never to illustrate
More than an x-ray of contempt
Pointing at me.
Well no matter I am hollow
Lest do I fear my spirit unkempt.
Can you not bear this, my garden
Of weeds and dirt?
I know it hurts...
Will you look at me?
You share my name, my eyes
Is it no surprise?
Yes, go and hate me
Let your sight be like daggers
Aim, shoot and fire.
Though my dear anonymous face
I can only reflect a smile
As we have both walked this road
For many a lonely mile.
NamelessHollow out these barren lungsMore Like This
Leech me of all my wrongs
And listen to me wretch
Sins tinged in nausea.
Watch me buckle
Watch me writhe
Watch me contort
All of my agonies
Swallow deep these morbid lines
Taste how vile my soul whines
And hide as I vomit
Regrets drugged by pity.
Watch me struggle
Watch me fracture
Watch me distort
All of my worries
For nameless I name the void
A paradise dishonoured
Except for beat of percussion
Thud... Thud... Thud...
Until silence becomes the ache
Of my heart unforgiven.
ProximityDon't get close to meMore Like This
I am corruption
A sickness of danger
Not calm like amethyst sea
Lullabied to sleep
Before the love of a stranger.
Don't get close to me
I am disruption
A radiance in negativity
Never bright as crimson eye
Intoxicated to weep
Upon the face of my impurity.
For only a future lined in hurt
Will ever be your fate.
Don't come closer
Though I trust not myself.
I am accursed
Forever alone until
I greet my final day.
DrowningIt’s like people move around me in wavesMore Like This
And I’m in the middle of the ocean
but not because of them
Because of everything in my head
Everything up there that’s just slowly moving through me
Until it reaches my heart
And then it just settles there
With no plans to move out or shut up
Just screaming at me
With an utter silence, deafening my feelings
And I know that it’s happening
I am aware
But I can’t do anything
And no one else cares
Because nobody is there
MonsterTake what you want from meMore Like This
I stand alone once more
kill all the memories
in silent tears I'm drowning
Ignoring all my cries
I'm bleeding out again
holding in this empty feeling
it's killing me inside
I'm reaching for you
This hideous monster inside
devours all that I am
It annihilates my soul
obeying your every command
I would give anything
to feel your heartbeat again
it's stealing my life
breaking all hope left in me
it tears me apart
come save me
Leave me on the ground
just walk away from me
the knife I push inside
my dying heart beats slowly
why am I alive
Wish you'd return to me
I can't go on anymore
you don't hear me when I speak to you
I run away from everything
that scares me
come bury me face down
your hands drenched in my blood
drenched in my tears
let go of me
I scream in agony
you hideous monster
Those MemoriesThey plague my mindMore Like This
all are unfortunately about you
I feel as though they left me behind
I doubt you feel this way too.
You gave up a good thing
you won't find a love like mine
I know what your choice will bring
you walk on a very fine line.
But I will still be here
waiting, hoping, remembering
memories of us will never disappear
leave my heart to its dismembering.
I'll see us talk and laugh again
listening to your warm voice
but happiness is something I cannot feign
you made such an unfair choice.
Yet, my love is something you will always find.
ErosionThe sands of time go whirling byMore Like This
Blowing away all signs
People come and go
As does the landscape
Dust is all that you are
Dust is all that shall be
Oceans sweep the landscape
Temperatures rise and fall
Civilization is forgotten
Brother against brother
Primal instinct takes us all
ClockThe pendulum swingsMore Like This
And helpless I cling
In hoping and waiting
With endless debating
That I can just somehow finish this thing
The night it does toll
Bells they vibrate my soul
And I find myself crying
And inwardly dying
That somehow my mind can produce something droll
"She doth speak lunacy!" bird cries
And my heart, well, it sighs
For it all seems quite dreary
And makes me form a theory
That in the twelfth toll all creativity dies
But now this poses a query
Does it count to be eerie?
For that I have to a science
But it's not in compliance
With what I desire so it leaves me quite leery
Yet, oh! nonetheless
Suppose I'll do my best
To create something catchy
Though it will be quite patchy
Yes I'm sure this will put me right to the test
The Questioning BeginsAntagonist and protagonist,More Like This
is what I have given,
The Raven and The Vulture,
each have roles to follow,
The tide has arrived,
with order and chaos clashing,
free Brutus from his cage,
or throw him in the abysmal chamber,
The Gentle against the Brutal,
Dolls, Clowns, and bears fall in line,
Civil unrest about sugar and Cratbat goods,
while others profit from their loss,
The People of Strahl live their days,
like any other with merriment and joy,
While the people of Fourthwith in their days,
enjoy battle and decapitation,
These words are simple,
The phrases are mixed,
The point is clear,
The sides need to be picked,
The people look toward violence,
The Man with the clock Hat tells them "No",
The Man with Wings tells them,
Go along with that train of thought,
With all the spite and fight,
The question is this,
look toward the man with wings,
or help the man with the clock hat,
One will lift the city of dread,
the other will burn it to the ground,
Both have fire of will,
Who will you choos
Little Black BookConscience was my killer;More Like This
Little black book of fate;
I stored each name
In colours of shame
And preserved the sinful date.
Skeletons in the closet;
Corpses in the yard;
All I did want
In my fell haunt
Was a faded tarot card.
Thoughts on WithdrawalThis is withdrawal at its finest,More Like This
tremors rack my bones as my eyes roll back,
my hands shake, grasping at hollow thoughts,
I need you, I need you,
but it's more than that,
I need to need you,
unhealthy rotting beats of the heart,
I am alone,
clawing at the underside of my own skin,
searching for a way out,
a release from this temptation,
where is freedom in all this loneliness,
must you fuck me to love me,
I loved, love you
and where are these leftover aches for you supposed to go?
And for When I'll Miss YouI’ll probably cry oceans,More Like This
I already cry rivers just thinking about
When you’re gone.
But I hope I won’t ever forget
The songs that you wrote
In my heart when you
Waltzed into my world,
And the roadmap of memories
Etched in the pages of the
Story of my life.
I hope that
Through the tears
I’ll still be able to smile.
What I amThese words that I think, write and say;More Like This
They are in the air that I breathe,
In the water that I drink
In the earth that I stand on
And in the fire that I hold in my hand
These words make up my being and prove that I exist.
They make up my bones that keep me standing
They make up my muscles that give me strength
They make up my blood and my heart where my passion lies
And they make up my soul and my mind that connect me with God.
My words are my sword and my shield.
They are my breath,
They are my strength,
They are my blood,
They are my soul...
These words are who I am.
I am a poet
I am a writer
I am a storyteller
I am what I will always be...
Rainfall of a LifetimeWhispered promises will echoMore Like This
Through the frost of our winter;
Chilling days begging to let go,
Stuck in my mind like a splinter.
You took away all of my fears..
Cleansed; my soul you washed.
Our pains from the past cleared,
As our shadows simply watched.
Fragments of what once had been
Clashes with this newfound passion.
Crashing ashore, your mind asking;
You're still grasping what happened.
Retrace your years; trace your mind-
Every little step brought you to me.
How I wish that you were my mine..
I'd show you how you're all I need.
Fingertips traveling in soft caress,
Something so sweet I cannot recall.
Lingering moments; I'll not digress,
I'll wait here, standing in the rainfall.
.I've fallen in love with these windswept streetsMore Like This
the ice-blue skies, they cry for me
the raindrops glisten in the distant view
like a shower of stardust in the city lights;
I find my hope in these rundown parts.
In the metro heart of a sleepy city
the motion leaves me dazzled and dizzied;
the headlights of the passing cars
illumine my face like incandescent stars;
and rather than waiting by a post-letter box
I'm distracting myself with directionless walks
yet all my brain can conjure up
are bygone memories of you.
Hours on end but there's no reply
my forlorn heart's like the ashen sky
I'm cold, and alone, and I'm drenched to the bone
But there's still no sign of you.
For a second, I could see you in the dim-lit path
like a child in a dream, it was all in my mind
I swear I can hear you in the gentle breeze
well, hope is insanity when unconfined
then reality hits with a vicious smack
you meant it when you said that you were never coming back.
Who are you?"Who are you?"More Like This
said the Caterpillar.
"Who are you?"
But how could she answer?
The identity of a person is not so
easily known, and one has to think very hard
before one can say with certainty.
She could be a beautiful winged horse whose flesh
glows with the golden, incandescent dust of fairies, her
mane a sugary concoction of pinks and blues with streaks of
black and green whilst her tail is a brazen red that would shock the senses of
even the wildest of flames.
Or perhaps she could be a jellyfish that carves paths through
the darkest and lightest of waters, the bell shape of her body
as large as her blue skirts and her trailing tentacles as
pretty and glittering and perhaps even brighter than
the heavenly stars that hang from the
silver strings attached to
the sturdy yet gentle fingers of the puppet master.
Or even, perhaps, she could be a pixie, with fluttering
dragonfly wings that beat faster tha
The Lemon VendorThe wind was slowly dying downMore Like This
And I was in the centre
With leaves and trees and greenish things
And lemon’s from John’s vendor
The little town that I lived in
Was now a whole lot smaller
The pile that once was living
Was slowly getting taller.
After some time the wind was gone
Though clouds of dust remained
And to my right I thought I saw
A cracked-in window pane
Stepping closer I could tell
From the part still standing
Was the railing John had built
In our downstairs landing.
I have decided on the worst
With the sandstorm’s dreadful haste
That everyone, in this little town
Has gone to another place
I am not sure, why I was left
And wasn’t left to die
Perhaps to tell the story of
The fateful sandstorm I survived.
It didn’t take me long to notice
John’s dusty auburn hair
For a lock of it was visible
On the bottom stair
My heart jumped up and hit my throat
My words turned into water
My eyes were circling all around
I questioned Nature’s slaughte
LeadershipI sometimes find myselfMore Like This
In a leadership role
Something I never liked
It gives me no pleasure whatsoever
But it also makes me realize
That I actually have the skills
To be a good leader
Because, after all
The best leaders there are
Are the ones who are chosen
Not the ones who fight for it
CompletionI was incompleteMore Like This
Something was missing
But then I met you
And now we're both complete
So I must thank you
Stay SunnyWhen the clouds are dark and jadedMore Like This
Keep your sunshine un-persauded,
When the sun burns like a fire
May your flowers remain unfaded
When heavy rain falls from the sky
Let a rainbow grace your eyes,
When the colors hide their face from you
Don't forget to wave goodbye
When a mighty flood fills the well
Take your boat out for a sail,
When the boards begin to leak
Don't feel bad if you must bail
When your crew is sad and moping
Keep your young heart hoping,
When your heart plays tricks on you
Keep your free mind open
Never let the captain tell you
Love is just a point of view,
Never let them pierce their hooks
And change your mind on what is true
no need to be hostilehome tongue dictatesMore Like This
that i speak of you
as if i leashed
the pain you caused
and walk it like a dog,
as if you still pin
me to beds the way i
pinned my suicide note
to my bedroom wall.
i no longer
wear you among
i no longer
taste acid when i
speak your name.
home tongue dictates
that i speak of you
because i hold your
glass jaw to the curb
with a lead foot -
the power you think
you have over me drowns
in the power i know i have
-and i found you on the ocean floor,More Like This
tied into the vines of a water-
forest, you lost
yourself, when the moon
sunk into the sea, failing to end
this eternity disguised as nightfall,
and you chased after a ghost: a ribbon
of a hundred feet still tethering
you to the ground
[the world won't end no matter
how far the moon-shine claws;
turn, and play dead
to the words leaving my
lungs, whispers drowned
through a time-c
the ribbon tore [warnings
unheeded] and i
help but watch
[your remains went up
in a puff of smoke, blue,
icy, cold, frozen, blue; slipped
through my outstretched, pale-
gloved fingers, three seconds
HaulShe could remember quite vividly...More Like This
He was her age and she was a child at the time. And the young french boy would smile and occasionally bug her as to how to teach him how to read runes. She would sometimes surrender and they would sit down with her fathers book who would walk in with a smile and ruffle her hair and teach them both even more.
"Hex! Hex! Lets go to the lake today!"
The white haired boy would often take her there and they would watch the stars at night. He reminded her often of a star with the bright grin he wore when she gave an enthusiastic nod. And her father would agree but sneak behind to watch them both incase his little girl got hurt despite all he had taught her of magic.
She was happy back then she was sure.
But that was a long time ago.
Still the memories flooded back when talking with Penny- whom was wise and had mentioned she knew someone whom had kept a star. The idea seemed sad to her so they had conversed on the matter for quite sometime...
"You're the in
Song of StarsAcross the waves, I'll hear you...More Like This
I prey you just hear me...
Just don't see me... Just don't look my way...
A gentle voice echoed across the ocean in the dead of night. Hex stood looking out across the waters enjoying the view of the sea and the stars whilst the rest of the crew was either busy elsewhere or sound asleep ready for their next adventure.
A gift for you, a song I'll weave,
A broken sort of melody...
Please don't see me... Yet I need your eyes...
She had a book in her hands- a heavy old tome precious to her- yet made no move to open the cover simply content to watch the waves sway lazily during the clear night.
Oh why does this world shatter sweet illusions,
Oh why does this world matter anyway,
A twisted hateful spiteful place to lose us,
Yet when I see you... I find my way...
The whisper of the waters was the only sound for miles. And the boat seemed drenched in moonlight. It was far more peaceful on the waters than Hex would have thought after bein
cold fusioni am a streetlight bellowing into yourMore Like This
the one half-working
and only so when inconvenient -
like a headache at three a.m.,
like anxiety when a
situation calls for silence.
the worst of you is gathered
in my claws -
together, we are death.
misspoken words of eternity-the fox-More Like This
trailing all the way to
an ephemeral island, coated
with white lanterns and
an ever-blue moss;
spiralling all the way
to the sky
tilted her head, ever
so slightly; moved
by the darkened sky
unreachable, and diminishing
like the fox-fires which began to
fade, as she passed)
lifted a pale
hand, and gestured
to the shadow
at the end of the trail
and shifted backwards, further
thrown to her
feet, as it dissolved
into the soil
[with a turn,
a wave goodbye
to an empty
memory, she simply
Proof of A Curse Part 2It was a surprise for me to see what stood on deck after the ship had ported.More Like This
In fact I'm sure I just stood slightly flabbergasted at the sight- for upon the ship was what appeared to be a dark angel shouting orders beside a girl who was doing the same, though in a more easygoing manner.
I had come across many things before but a black winged angel?
I had documented many a creature and had always wanted to see even more. The day I saw a living dragon was the day I died happy. I had written pages upon pages on books of lore. About krakens and spirits and demons and fey. Anything that could be constituted as a monster or an abnormality.
Still it was beyond me why such a creature would be on a boat.
"Land ahoy!" Came the chipper call of a females voice.
I briefly wondered what else could possibly be on the boat before the feeling to turn and run set in. There was no way I could do this.
Why oh why did I agree to this. Oh yeah. I needed that favor. I owed her that much.
Proof of A CurseIt was midnight and the skies were filled with stars.More Like This
"Leading you there, you have to go."
It was dark but I was being guided.
A girl was the one leading me. She was a wreck when I first saw her but persistent. An old friend that I could not decline.
"You have to help me with this. You have to listen to me."
Her eyes once red had faded to a blue as bright as a summers day. And her hair once black seemed to have dampened to an average brown. The strangest thing would probably be the black hat- not atop her head but attached to her belt.
"Were you not with a group of pirates? Death, in your mothers name, why in the emptiness of oblivion would you look to me?"
I felt the words tumble from my lips. And I instantly regretted it. The look of sheer hurt and mourning crossed her face and the echo of a whisper crossed her features. The simple words of 'I don't know'. But what? Where they were? What happened to them?
For an incarnation of Death not to know such a thing was madness.
Worth..What is my worth like to you?More Like This
Does it share contempt in your heart?
Does it share wealth in your eyes?
How would you measure it?
Does it equal untold amounts of gold?
Does it reach the apex of the highest mountain?
Does it overflow with the boundless love I could ever give?
Does it shine brighter than the crispest early morning sunrise?
Does it burn hotter than the core of the most distant star ever seen?
Or does it weight nothing more than atom of a particle of dust?
Does it look uglier than the worst stepsister?
Does it taste unbearably rotten like a long forgotten peach?
Does it smell horrible like a months old garbage?
Does it fair worse than a maggot ridden old ship?
Does it have any value to you?
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4000 Points Giveaway ~CLOSED~Thank ya all for entering, the raffle will close now. No more joining.More Like This
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The Guardian Wraith of Starlit SmokeOur sitting here by lantern-light togetherMore Like This
In the thick of a teeming snowfall;
The final golden glow,
Against the ancient sovereignty of night,
Like the last petal off a flower.
It is turning three hundred years
He never let the lantern drop.
The illimitable dark and cold and storm,
Whose work is to find out God;
And when they came it seemed with a will
To carry me with them to death.
What comes over a man, is it soul or mind-
(The Devil enters like a sapphire wasp)
Twixt what to love and what to hate
To find out how to get away from God?
No one has seen him stumble looking back
From having died
Inaudibly in thought;
The sorrow of having been left behind.
The land was ours before we were the land's
And having it all made over new
From force to matter and back to force,
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues insteadMore Like This
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
velvetebony scowlMore Like This
words with blood
since i'm going to
he is killing me
with raven feathers
stuff my pillow
with black down
fill the white
chasing it with
make my skin
fill my lungs with
when i die
he'll fuck my corpse
because a dead body
than i did.
Last Call for Tanner LeeTanner left the hospital feeling strangely empty. He had expected agony. From the moment he had heard the Code Blue declared over the intercom and been forced out of Leah’s room (Room 318; he would never forget that number, or the feel of the sheets beneath his hands), he had known his life was coming to an end. They did not give up, and he gave them credit for that, but there is only so much time and effort a doctor can put into saving someone who is determined to die, and twelve hours later, Tanner and the bag of Leah’s effects sat in the back of a cab, on their way home. He would have to plan a funeral. Of course she had no life insurance; she had only been eighteen, a grinning college freshman home for her first Christmas break.More Like This
He sat at home that night and called her cell phone, letting it ring out at the foot of her bed for the sake of hearing her voice in the recording.
Hey, it’s Leah. I can’t come to the phone right now, probably because I’m h
lgbt(q)gunshots and rum shotsMore Like This
make bullet hole brains
i am (st/c)arving out
a new intestine
(a different heart to rest in)
away from the
by my own
one night stand
filled with mirrors
and sad little boys
i am a toy
asking to be broken
all these reflections
in my bathroom
but i can't see myself
i push him away because
i am not the soft-spoken
princess that he holds
spilling feelings like goo
my fingers are slipping between
what i am and
what i want to be
(and what i want to be
his lips sew my lips
and he whispers at
the curvature of my back
but he still doesn't like
mexican or black
and i am stuck
in the crack of
trying too hard to
and being okay
his palm finds my hip
but i still have dreams
about me fingering
female fatal figures
getting a grip of their breasts
and maybe of my sanity
i don't know how to love a boy
that doesn't want to hit me
san gabrielSometimes you dream about a burning grocery store and it means nothing.More Like This
This is me standing in a hallway realizing that the people who left
aren't showing up for dinner, that's why it's only a theory.
Look at these streetlights, look at you wearing that wreckage on your face,
soaked in radio. To white windmills flickering across the coast, to
your dogs barking like shootouts behind these gates. An old forest flashes
against the bridge and starts breathing; headlights bleach our hills and you say
What kind of ending is this, I'm never here anymore.
And Hell yeah, I think, how insane that the species blooms in catastrophe,
how improbable to survive this lottery, to conquer the probability
of having never blinked toward the blinding white shipwreck,
to find an abandoned planet and fill it with chairs. Back in the day
I'd probably moan for the other side, but now I'd argue that our people's poetry
is best understood as a consequence; not a shotgun but the stained carpet
being dragged from
Plattery Will Get You NowhereMr. and Mrs. Bartle had enjoyed their day out at the Great Exhibition.More Like This
They had admired the phonograph that could store an incredible twelve wax cylinders and play them in any order; they had seen the amazing hydraulic hand (which had a slightly unfortunate range of gestures); and they had even made a purchase—a vessel that was kettle, pot and cup combined, and sold already filled to the brim with steaming tea.
And now to finish the day off, they were watching a charming gentleman in one of the booths demonstrating a serving platter.
“...so you see, you wind it up here—” The gentleman placed the platter flat on a table and rotated a handle. “—and then put this lever to ‘on’…”
The platter vibrated into life.
“Now you just have to enter your instructions.” The gentleman indicated the keyboard on the side of the platter. “For example…” His fingers clattered over the keys and there was a ping. The gen
beautiful.i hate my stretchmarksMore Like This
the vertical the horizontal the ones running miles down my arms
stripes on a circus tent
my body is a freak show
75 cents a ticket
they are the bars on a cage
trapping me inside this prison cell of flesh
(not letting me run away
from all i once was)
reminding me that i am
still that little girl who
was told that she had too
much weight in her stomach
and in her thighs
to be called beautiful
my stretchmarks are the debris from when i tried to collapse upon myself
tried taking up less space
because beautiful is small beautiful is skinny
diets upon diets
because i've been told that
i am only worth the sharpness of my collarbone
LessonsIn forty-seven minutes I will be twenty-one years old and my throat is tight with this notionMore Like This
that every passing moment is a boat taking me further from the boy on the side of the road.
I am terrified of the swelling tide of time, the ripples I will create,
the creases that will be etched into my face
without the laughter lines I know he would have left and
one day someone will ask me how many siblings I have and I will hesitate
because he will be so distant and I can feel it coming.
I never intended to swim without him, but
I am drowning under the weight of pocket-stone-people,
the ones I love who he has never met and won't ever meet
and its forty-four minutes until I turn twenty-one when I realize the relentlessness of this;
how I will age away from him and I am disgusted with myself, with his ashes on the bookshelf,
with this world that keeps making mistakes that can't be fixed.
Twenty one years old and I am a semi-colon, a shuddering pause on the floor,
remembering the time I broke