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  Jun 2018 AuburnRose
Noah
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
AuburnRose May 2018
I used to never want to draw,
now all I scribble is your face.

I used to write sad poetry,
now I spit love poem after love poem like a copy machine.

I used to hate the smell of coffee,
now I go to my local coffee shop everyday, just to wrap my fingers around a warm cup, wishing it was your hand instead.

I used to not care about wine,
now all I drink is Sangiovese, pretending I'm sitting with you on your family's winery.

I used to drink for fun,
now alcohol has become my drug so I can try to blur the image of you.

I used to sleep peacefully,
Now I have to take a sleeping pill so I don't lay awake thinking about you; too bad you still appear in my dreams.

I used to have my anxiety in control,
now my chest tightens and I get an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I see you.

I used to not even look at your face,
now your face is all I search for every time I'm going places.

I used to be laid back,
now I've become an overly obsessed maniac making sure you're not someone else's.

I used to be myself,
now I'm not sure who I am anymore.
old thoughts
AuburnRose May 2018
I’m nervous to be with you,
Little fireworks dancing in my stomach.

I’m nervous to speak to you,
Afraid that I’ll end up speaking in a different language.

I’m nervous to hear you,
Something so foreign yet so familiar in my dreams.

I’m nervous to smell you,
Will you smell more like the cappucino you swirl in your cup each morning
Or more like the panettone you help your mamma make on Sunday’s?

I’m nervous to look at your eyes,
To see those beautiful chocolate brown occhi stupendi stare right back into mine,
Little do you know I’m swimming them.

I’m nervous to see those perfect lips,
Lips that I would drink in like the red wine I swallowed like a pill,
To try to forget about you.

I’m nervous to see your face,
A face that I would recognize with my hands if I were ever blindfolded.

I’m nervous to touch you,
Even the slightest brush of hands would make my body tingle.

I'm nervous for you,
what will you think of me?
AuburnRose May 2018
It finally happened but I'm still walking like it's just a dream.

Like it didn't actually happen.

You were perfect as always.

Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect demeanor.

When I saw you walk past me, I said not again.

Not again would I let you slip away from me, because I
was done being a ballerina.

So as gracefully as you entered, I caught you at the exit.

You acted as if someone gave you a double fudge chocolate
cake for your birthday when I told you who I was.

Baby it made my heart melt and right then and there I wanted to
give you all of me.

But the best thing was, I felt like I was being set free.
No nausea or anxiety.
In that moment it was just you and me.

And that connection that I had felt like I had imagined became
as clear as day.

Maybe it's all in my head, but I have never seen you waiver...
this chiseled knight had a ***** in his armor.

Because you seemed nervous, and what makes me even more queasy is
that perhaps you were nervous because of me.

Darling, whatever it was, it pleased me even more to see you
act as sweet as honey.

And im questioning everything once more, because perhaps you really are
the one for me.
Old poem that I still think about
AuburnRose Sep 2017
It's like we were destined for each other but weren't meant to be together.

Like we're playing tic-tac-toe but you keep giving me x's and I just go "oh".

It's like I want to believe you don't care,

but how can I even come to that conclusion when my breath catches in my throat everytime I hear, see, and feel you...

when I haven't even given you a chance to play devil's advocate.

It's so much easier when people reject you, harder when they remain silent.

Like two trains, we stay parallel on our tracks, so close but never touching. So close, but never touching.

It's kinda funny how that one thing that makes you happy also made me intoxicated so that my mind could be  fuzzy and I could finally get the courage to talk to you.

It's kinda sad how you don't even have to say a word to make me ***** several, carving me like a pumpkin while my poetic
seeds spill out, one by one.

So honey, I'm waiting for the day where we can be amidst the hills of a luscious italian winery.

Your suntanned arms stained with the very soil that nurtures those sweet grapes, sipping barolo  from our overpriced wine glasses,
even though I've hated red wine all my life but you put the red back into my life, so naturally I came to love it.

Waiting.
AuburnRose Nov 2016
Your love is choking me,
I can barely breath.

Your fingernails are like daggers and I'm the bull's eye.

But you're playing with your aim,
hitting everything but the target,
allowing me to just barely drink air.

But the air I'm breathing is poisoned.
Poisoned by the stench of your ability to take
what you want and regurgitate the rest so ****
quickly that the only stable thing is my love, for you.

The way you murmur poetry in my ear, filling my mind
with colors I never knew were real.

Etching yourself into my crevices with melodic music
that makes me sway like a violinist and her bow.

Seeping carefully into my veins, as your frothy waves turn
into still oceans, lulling me carefully to sleep.

And I remember all over again why my heart turns vibrato.
AuburnRose Nov 2016
Today was treat yourself day,
but the only treat I crave is you.
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