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He stares into her soul
He sees the darkness
It frightens him
It draws him closer
To keep her safe he must hurt her
She walks with the fire
But he gets burned by the flame
Iâll see you in 25 years
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Meanwhile...
He stares into her soul
He sees the darkness
It frightens him
It draws him closer
To keep her safe he must hurt her
She walks with the fire
But he gets burned by the flame
Iâll see you in 25 years
Open Mic
I always feel awkward going to open mic night
The smells of coffee and the awkward people there to share how they feel
I always feel awkward going to open mic until I get there
I see the awkward people sharing a piece of themselves
I can put myself in their shoes and for a few minutes I donât have to be in mine
For a few minutes I donât have to feel alone
We may not talk but as poets we all share a connection
Even if it may be brief
We share a moment
We listen to their words and understand where they were
I only hope to have the confidence of these awkward people I see at open micâs
Hopefully My Phone Doesnât Die
Hopefully my phone doesnât die
Before I do
Tired
This city isnât a wasteland
Youâre just tired
Perhaps youâre hungry
Hungry for something more
Perhaps youâre ur tired because youâve been here all your life
Perhaps youâre tired of the smells of Mexican food
Perhaps youâre tired of hearing the sound of corridos over the smell of barbecue
Perhaps youâre tired of tequila on Saturday night and pan dulce on Sunday morning
Perhaps youâre ur tired of your tias handmade flour tortillas or tired of Mrs. Gâs
Perhaps you should write a love letter to this city and remember why you ever loved it in the first place
Or just move to Austin, you fucking poser
Halloween Party
I wanted to feel confident
I wanted to feel happy
I wanted to feel anything but this
I downed my cup as if the alcohol I was ingesting was the cure for my depression
As if it was the cure for my loneliness
If only it was that simple
So for now Iâll just wear a mask
And Iâll call it a Halloween costume
A Kiss For A Dead Man
I stared lovingly into your burning eyes
A fire burned something fierce
Fear feeding the flames
The floor below you fell faster than your tears
The noose hugged you tighter than I ever could
Good morning/Goodbye
You woke up that morning
Everything was the same
Yet everything was different
A silence that would echo forever
Your warm breakfast
Your cold hands
Your swift departure
A good morning with no goodnight
A hello with no goodbye
It snowed the morning after your funeral
Your final words gracefully caressing our bruised skin
Your final good morning
Your forever goodbye
Bury Me
I have no words to mend her broken spirit
I die inside
Fears
The only thing that scares me is losing you
Iâve been beat
Iâve been betrayed
Iâve been discouraged
Iâve been degraded
Iâve been hungry
And Iâve been homeless
But Iâd rather sleep on the cold hard ground
Than have my heartbroken by you
Final Entry
If this should be my final entry
I shall welcome the void with open arms
No more fighting
No more fear
Rest easy, sweet prince, youâve done enough fighting for now
A.L.F
A cry like a cannon
A whimper like the wind
A pain you choose to ignore
Or perhaps embrace the cruelty you inflict
Do you ever stop and wonder
What does a cow dream?
Why does the fowl scream?
Why does the pig weep?
Murder is murder
Not to be renamed as sport
A life is taken
Only the title changes
A need to survive
A trophy to thrive
The irony and cruelty
that makes you feel alive
Humanity is inhumane
Hypnotic Eyes
My eyes locked in a forever gaze
A hypnotic view
I would give my heart to the void for you
Romanticized Depression
Depression is not a trend
Depression is not sharing a meme about how you wanna die
Depression is not cutting your arms where it wonât be fatal and sharing it on social media for pity and attention
Depression isnât loud and in your face
Depression is a silent killer
Depression is self harming in places that people wonât see
Depression is self harming in ways that people wonât notice
Depression is constantly saying sorry
Depression is fake smiles and swallowed sadness
Depression is subtly reaching out for help
Please stop romanticizing our torture
An Ode To Rick And Morty
We are particles
On a rock in space
We are particles
Who were given a cruel concise
A reminder that we are no one
Going nowhere
Existence is pain
Hands Like Home
You stroked my hair and sang me a song
Your voice like a whisper
Your hands like home
Broken and tired
I come from broken homes
Broken promises
Bruised knuckles
And tears that were oceans deep
I wanted to drown in those oceans
Ready To Die
My future is starting to look black again
Just like it used to
When I was ready to die
Maybe I am again
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I can hear the void calling I'm afraid it might take me this time