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Mallory Day Mar 11
I have a friend
who's damaged to the bone
she holds knives in her chest
and worry on her breath
she swears the world
could swallow her whole
without a second thought

Little does she know
she's stronger the she's ever been
with a heart that's bulletproof
her armor grows each day
and with a mind that's curious
but striking
I swear the world would stop spinning
without her
To Tyler a girl that never seems to see how extraordinary she truly is.
Mallory Day Mar 11
when did we stop trying
to fight for what's right
we became
a nation
under turmoil
with no love and respect
for the cultured
we wash our sheets
bleach white
cleaning evidence
of our past conflicts
we chanted the words
of hatred
to those who showed love
and we drenched our nation
in dismay
Mallory Day Mar 5
I've become the worst poet,
you always seem to love my work
when the words aren't mine.

I've become the highest pushover,
I tend to take your unwanted advice
with a closed mouth and a lying nod.

I've become your vassal,
working my hardest to make all your days luminous
wondering why mine are so overcast.

I've become this ball of anxiety,
making sure you are calm and collect in life
while I am stricken with trepidation.

Most of all I've become a liar
for blaming it on you my whole life
when not once did I speak up the truth to you
or myself.
Mallory Day Feb 27
When did you escape
the spaces between
the blank feeling in my chest
and the weight I dragged
with my feet
Teach me how
to let go of the grip
the past troubles have
given me
let know its okay
to come home
Empty handed
and light hearted
I wanna walk into
my bedroom
and breathe in the
purest form of exemption
that has existed
in my life
  Feb 26 Mallory Day
Tom Leveille
okay so i’m beginning to believe i was born asleep and still haven’t woken up, or caught in a day dream where my name is the answer to all your security questions. okay. a thousand years of wondering and all i can come up with is that you fell in love with me at a picnic in my imagination. the lemonade we always talk about swimming in sugar and tiny handmade sandwiches from my kitchen, your favorite, extra pickle. don’t forget about the pickles. of course the clouds march in stomping out the sunshine, of course. it was dark and there was lightning so much lightning. don’t be scared just now darling don’t be scared. in the middle of the night we only talk about your version of the story. how i’d ask you to stay, asking you to tell me what’s real asking you with my hands asking you with maps, a country called please listen to me, you should know by now that it is an island too far to sail to according to you. i know i know, who dared name an ocean lonely when all the ships are sinking. we can go back we can turn around where the sky is the gentlest shade lavender, we can go back and have a conversation that has never happened before. when everything is the color of day old bruises i won’t let you down. i promise when i get home i will count every freckle every one. when i get home can we open one of those mason jars full of fresh air because i can’t breathe. i remember that day, although i pretend it was more recent than it was. you were there in a swell of green grass in a dress that makes me blush, and there i was blushing. i’m not sure how i made it out alive, skipping the part in the song where you, long gone come busting through a doorway, through the well air conditioned living room and and across the kitchen tile, to the refrigerator where just like in elementary school, my fourth grade heart wrote all your favorite things on flash cards in the blackest magic marker so i could memorize the things that made you happiest. and you turning around in slow motion to see my face, or where my face should be, the only expression i can make anymore, realizing that you realized that i only ever wanted to be something that made you happy. suddenly you’re tired, and i’m tired too, goodnight goodnight, i’m falling asleep because it’s the only thing that doesn’t burn. i’m falling asleep to go back again. everything glitches and i’m underneath your perfect teeth. you say “i would never hurt you” and i say “just like that?” and the layer starts over again, always back to the moment i asked you in my bravest of voices if i could hold your hand. you probably don’t remember that moment, or maybe you do but don’t particularly share the same sentiment over its importance. you see, i’m always fine until the part where i have to say it out loud, and then time stops. i have always wanted to tell you that something happened inside me that night and now i’m not the same me as i was before. so if you ever cross a bridge. if you ever get my voicemail, if you need me, i’ll be sketching up the dramatic parts in my head and they’ll happen just the way i imagined just you wait you wait. the last scene the very last one, the bottom layer, knee deep in mud knee deep in i told you so, you say “i would never hurt you” and instead of saying “just like that” i reach up to kiss you and the room evaporates. so if you want lemonade and bedtime stories, if i can make a believer out of you, if you want bucketfuls of november if you want grace if you want the courage it takes to ask for grace, you’re over the train tracks you’re almost home you’re almost there. what else can you say besides “okay pumpkin okay sweetheart, in my head everything was beautiful" the doorway now filled with people who send you birthday cards saying welcome back welcome home we’ve missed you, hello. hello. the time spent waiting, chorus of rain, i only invited you over so we could make perfect sense. i only gave my hands away because you didn’t want them anymore. and days later a man with a shark tooth necklace asked if i was okay and i lost it i just lost it. all the little red bricks with their little names carved into them, how they don’t feel comfortable under your feet, how there were hundreds of flowers but somehow we took a picture of the same one the very same one, and how we can’t talk about things like that anymore, how i was sitting on a bench and i didn’t hear you call my name, shaking hands on accident with your parents hello sir hello mam, your daughter is my favorite ghost.
my book "down with the ship" is availible for purchase at sanfransiscobaypress.com / Amazon.com
Mallory Day Feb 26
Learn to forgive
the moments
where you aren't at your best
Learn to accept
each day as a new beginning
because yesterday is gone forever
Learn to love
the life
you were granted, there is only one
Learn to forget
The littlest of troubles
for they are only a fragment of
your happiest moments
Learn to live
this wonderful life
as if its your last day on earth
because it could be
Mallory Day Feb 26
How long did it take before you realized
you were searching for something
that was never lost

Did you travel the world
In search of something
that was always inside you

When you finally reached
the end of the earth.....
did you find a warm house
one that feels like home?
Or is it as cold as
the one
you were born in

Did you finally realize
filling the heart with temporary things
only leaves the mind to wonder
where your happiness has gone

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