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May 2015 · 412
Summer Flutter
Bad May 2015
For butterfly wings,

Our kisses were gathered and sewn.

Seeing you, I die.
Dec 2014 · 366
Pour Mon Freres
Bad Dec 2014
Sitting in this room,

                  S e a r c h I n g     for    b r o t h e r s    in my head,

Not the ones  I’ve always had;
those that are united by a common womb.

But the ones who have infected me with a  lush sense,
an unspoken quality,
who have a presence so surreal,
always speaking to my soul.
My non-birth brothers,
Criminals of the same shade of blue,
Boys with the pain of a quiet kind,

Paramount people in a pickled world,
Oh my  brothers,
we are lines in the sand,
Definite and fading.
You are the ones,
the ones who meant something
To me.
Dec 2014 · 281
Friendships Past
Bad Dec 2014
[Insert friendship here]
Press yes if it meant something.
No, if it didn't.
#haiku
Dec 2014 · 517
Catatonic Cat Nap
Bad Dec 2014
Young uncertainty,
My head is on your shoulder.
Darkness consumes us.
Dec 2014 · 279
Goodbye Blues
Bad Dec 2014
The world is full of two kinds of people:

the ones who will pop back into our lives for forever

&

the ones who won't,

where the goodbyes were unexpected and better
off never being mentioned.

You weren't someone who was ever supposed
to stay,
so I should have felt your goodbye more.
It should have stung,
sweet relief.
Goodbye moon.
Dec 2014 · 213
The Only One
Bad Dec 2014
Once I realized I could,
I gave this cause

everything.

For once,

I wanted to be someone's first and foremost option.
Nov 2014 · 315
Irreparable
Bad Nov 2014
“I've grown to trust you 85% of the time.”
----
“What about the other 15% percent?”
----
“You can’t fix everything;
some things are not fixable.”
Nov 2014 · 391
On the Busy Streets
Bad Nov 2014
Across,
In amongst a crossing,
My oxfords met yours.
My trench coat entrenched
Itself into yours.
We  grabbed for the same newspaper,
And I found myself peeling
Off my smile
And handing it to
You.
Nov 2014 · 304
Oops
Bad Nov 2014
Worry will act as a carcinogen.
Fumes will spread over my body,
hitting those key points: head,
heart, mind ...
stomach.
I'll start to ***** again.
Again,
you'll be long gone.
Nov 2014 · 817
IOU
Bad Nov 2014
IOU
I try to not frequent places where you existed.
On the days when there are parallel universes,
When Octobers are permanent,
When every night seems near fatal,
When the emptiness in our silence
mocked the leaves we trailed through,
Sundays are far off and foreign.
And as far as I know,
there is still  an
“I”
that dwells with
“You.”
Nov 2014 · 256
The Election Night of 2014
Bad Nov 2014
Night,
Our night.
We were supposed to win.
We were supposed to come as a tide,
Washing over all the nonbelievers,
                                           Our molecules mixed into a cauldron with
                          anyone else who has ever fathomed
        making a difference in an indifferent world.
We were supposed to win.
We were meshed together in a way
where I bought into this.
I bought a drug for this crippling disease.
                                                 Yet, I’ve known this to be cureless.
Cureless, as my affections for you.
         Cureless, as the afflicted home we live in.
****** by society, we sat in our lonely, empty space.
I couldn’t speak a sound; you were the one who had enough air to speak.
        We were supposed to win.
         Now, not so much.
            Now, I don’t remember it meaning as much to me as I had once thought.
                  The oxygen may have been from extracted my body, but, by god,
Losing has soul.

— The End —