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I started adding sugar and creamer
to my coffee

and adding extra butter
to the mashed potatoes

but,

I refuse to keep adding salt
to make this
palatable

**VIII F
I try to fix things, make things better but sometimes it seems like everything is destined to keep getting worse
You are made of poems.
Utterly somber,
yet beautifully written,
plunging into the abyss
of a lost soul.

You are a symphony of sounds.
Starkly melancholic,
yet a soothing lullaby.

You are bursting with flowers.
Seemingly ordinary,
yet wonderfully blossoming,
oozing with sunshines,
rainbows, and butterflies.
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
Lexander J
Aging adolescent, can you hear my cries
feeling the love that for years I've despised,
seeking happiness now finally it's here
ah, but how to mend a shattered heart that's no longer there

she's perfect, she's warm, funny, caring
seeing the good at the darkness she's staring
her eyes sparkle, a beauty that can't be sold
but still inside I hide, rotten, worthless and cold  

I've ascended my throne of isolation and barbed wire
for she took my hand and led me higher
blinded by the world above I gagged, I choked
an exfoliation of pure adoration, the amber hues of hope,

our passion burned deep as the crimson sands of Mars
she grabbed my dying self and raised me to the stars,
but now it kills me whenever I'm not around her
for upon that night I've simply never been happier

the past may be full of stagnant memories and regret
but hopefully I'll forge new ones that for the right reasons I won't forget
gazing upon life and for once I've found I care -
this world is an amazing one, if you have someone with you to share.
tell me back,
think me into nothing but a straight line,
a separation of roadways in the rearview.
this is holy,
this is a cathedral built of guilt
and no guise –
god unfolds the earth
and splits us apart.
that’s how I think of it
anyway.
I want to become past tense,
an antecedent to all that is divine,
“hail mary, full of graveyards,
the lord was with thee”
I want to become light –
the most beautiful thing
god ever created.
I want you to think me into a saint.
all I’m trying to say
is that I want to be simple
and pure –
a testament to Love,
assurance that it doesn’t have to be
complicated.
tell me back,
think me into the first prayer,
a plea for passion.
I want to become god’s light.
today is all saints day. i am falling in love with the past.
 Oct 2016 CJSmigliani
Just Melz
It's dark tonight
And I cannot breathe
The hands of time
Are slowly choking me
Tick Tick
Watch the color
Fade from my face
Tick Tock
Watch my body
Fall through space
Caught inside
These hands of time
Losing my grip
Losing my mind
Tick Tick
Why can't I see
What these hands
Want from me
Tick Tock
I'm fading fast
This life is just a memory
That can never last
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