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 Jul 2018 Austin Stafford
Elias
There are nights,
When you cant seem to sleep.
And at this time,
Nothing, nobody, not a peep,
Occupies the streets.

The street light,
Highlights this emptiness.
Your thoughts,
Embrace this moment.
This night.

These dark corners,
And dim boardwalks,
They all remind you of the contrast in your life.
The things that you have, things you see.
And the things that are lost, things you wish would be.

Like the girl,
Whom you remember from high school,
Or the friends that fled to secure jobs.
You will remember,
You will squint trying to remember her face,
Her name,
Her laugh.

There are nights,
Nights that are full of wishing,
Dark nights.
This night.
 Jul 2018 Austin Stafford
mc ish
the aspects of your conquests are undeniably disgusting in my eyes
you would’nt leave to save my life
eyes that dictate the choices of my hours
i cant breathe
an example for the ages of how not to be occupied
i pray your smiles widens and your troubles cease
dreams by which i have begun to fade away
ethereal sit ins are the only thing keeping you here
i do not remember my last true presence
please give me my worth back
i havent seen her in so long
artificial artistic answers and cheap perfume are my specialty
your silence overwhelms faster than your words ever did
tell me what to throw shame towards and i’ll syncopate our reasoning to be here
i am fearful for the future more than ive ever been
a life withholding your substance is a life unattainable
i wake in the morning cursing whatever kept me here
outliving you will be my greatest  misfortune
seeing you carried down churns my chest and conquers my calm
i will not live to see you go
friend
you decide ?
Hold me tight
Under the moonlight
Our hearts
Wants to shine bright
Like the stars
In the night sky.
I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
Heart, be still your desire
she does not know her wait
you delay in longing hours
in consummation of this fate

each and every loving gesture
days observed of them and one
seals in searing branded texture
of a wound that rivals sun

self inflicted desolation
looking for a golden fleece
through these trials and tribulations
steeled to wander for that kiss

-cec
It's summer.
Isn't it exciting?
A time where you should be going out
Having fun, being loose.
Not a care in the world.
Sweating out your problems.
Yet, here I am.
Alone.
Under the rotting sun
Melting away.
It's summer.
Don't let the heat bother you.
 Mar 2018 Austin Stafford
CAM
Shy?
 Mar 2018 Austin Stafford
CAM
God. How am I still not okay?

God. It's been so long.

God. I'm so tired of life right now.

God. What happened to me?

I was such a nice kid.
I was calm all the time.
Mature for my age,
Little but so lively.

I was so helpful.
So loyal.
I always supported my trust.
But I never really spoke my mind.

I was shy.
I was small.
I never stood up for my feelings
I never stood up for myself.

And now I'm older.
I realize I don't need support.
I need myself.
I need confidence.

Speaking your mind is not wrong.
Standing up for your feelings isn't rude.
Standing up for yourself isn't mean.
Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect.

No one's perfect. Not even them.
The ones you hate for being so amazing.
Maybe she has anxiety.
Maybe his mom is alcoholic.

No one has a perfect life.
There's not one perfect family in the world.
There is not a person in the world who's perfect.
There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife.

But just because you aren't perfect.
Doesn't make you less worth it.
You're amazing.
You're still charming, kind, and strong.

You're just more experienced.
You just understand some more things now.

And maybe, just maybe,
You just aren't as shy anymore.
I'm not perfect. But I'm not shy anymore either.
I coloured your heart red
while you shaded mine blue

Jl 2016
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