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  May 2017 Leory Santana dawn
Colm
Firm collar
White as snow

Crisp and with an edge like steel
Cutting, not cold

Unblemished is he?
No

Considered rough,
Perhaps

Although in a certain way, he walks
Straight past his friends and his foes

Not aimlessly though

For where poise meets focus
There is also dignity

And a calming aura to be found
Amidst the calamity

With a hint of conflict
Though he speaks

His words are bound
To fairness and justice
To the law and to love

And though he spoke once
Not arrogantly

This is the sound of a constant man
Who is capable of change, and yet, is found

In a pattern which drowns out the breeze
Like the whippoorwill that’s lost its tree

By this you'll know, that you've seen
And crossed the path of a pensive man

Intent on this, to understand

Her
Him

And all around
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I don't know.
Maybe I should

just tell him.

I don't know.
Maybe I should

just end it all.

Right now.

I mean,

that's what lardas-ses do,

right?

The one with trust issues,

not to mention the only

thing im good at is

making boys moan with this mouth.

I don't know.
Do you?
Oh little Blue bird
shining light on my small world
blue streaks in the trees

Oh little blue bird
no vast array of color
brightening dark days

My little blue bird
sitting in your tiny cage
not to fly again

Fly little blue bird
the sky darkens in your wake
sadness following

Come little blue bird
for safe and sound you will stay
right here in my arms

Oh little blue bird
lying on the scarlet grass
eyes not opening
Don't go..
It took time to rewrite my past
in a way that looked pretty on a page
but everything-
just eventually
turned
   uncomfortable.

It feels
like i'm always
wearing wet clothes,
sulking because I tried to drown
these memories I didn't want at the surface.

But I needed air-
so they came to catch it with me.
They demanded a home inside of my world
  and so they put me under.

Now I'm clawing my way to oxygen
but this doesn't feel like
  just water anymore
  more sheet metal than surface.

Every move made
by anyone-
  myself included
feels like a weight.  

I keep fighting my way
to sanity and
I keep fighting
  to remove this memory.

but it says with me
and it screams
every time you touch me.

How will I ever be okay
with comfort?

How do I cope
with something
so adamant about
keeping me under.

These dark images
invade the back of my head.

It's not my fault
someone
  took away my childhood.

So why am I the one-
drowning?
Run, run,
r  u  n.
Fast enough to
fill you up with doubt.
How would you prefer it done?
I'm not a fan of guns,
they scare me.
Sharp and rigid edges?
But they aren't really
a friend of mine.
I could down a handful
of pills.
You already know how
I'm good at swallowing
things.
Look at that,
turning death into a
****** innuendo.
Maybe to help you
if you still cared,
you know,
past that plastic exterior.
Maybe to help me,
life is truly down since
the one you want
doesn't even
know
you exist.
Or maybe just doesn't
care.
Or maybe,
just maybe,
it's a joke.
All of this is a joke.
You, me, the world.
Life.
Night sweat without slumber
We chased after our goals walking *****
Roads were dirt
Roads were muddy
Still I remember
We vowed to change the world
We broke our vows walking too tall
Laughing away the pain in black and white images
Nobody knew

Wives had no business
They stayed home
They knew nothing of the outside
Our pain was hidden from them
We were taught to be strong
Substitute our tears with smiles
We've lived through this
Seeing another day break in half

We build on top of historical grounds
Seeking immortality
Death was staring us in our face daily
We wanted to shape the future for those who will walk through life
Some lost their minds knowing death
Our strength was forgotten
Our souls were sold into shaping the future that we wouldn’t see
So many mistakes
So many memories collected
Nobody knew

We died offering everything to get nowhere
night sweats were adding up
102 years ago
I still remember
I could never forget
Though we've died
I've came back
I see our strength was wasted
Nobody knows hard work
Everything is too easy
Everything comes without effort
Take me back to 1915

By: Leory Santana Dawn
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