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 Feb 25 Lance
In the midst of all these chaos and confusion
You are the calm to my sea
But just like how water evaporates
You cause the struggle within me.

Free floating in the water,
Never knowing what to do
Should I let things go
Or should I see this through?

You break me to pieces
and let the pain flourish
but just a smile from you is enough
to make me foolish

I’m weak to the thought of a future
one in which is just a fantasy
You and I were never meant to be together
Our needs contrasted in every nature

I loved you with every fiber of my being
A love I thought I’d never see prosper
But as it blossomed it withered
And so did your heart’s flutters.
 Dec 2018 Lance
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was

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