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Another soul gone elsewhere
life taken by their own hand
perhaps a kindness they showed
themselves at last to depart these
erstwhile longing shores.

I won't do his memory disservice
by attempting any sweeping ode
nor pretend that I knew him better
than some few others in my life.

But I will pray for him, though
prayer is not something I often do
nor believe in as a certain substitute
for actual action in the direction of suffering.

Had I known how deep the extant
of said suffering I would have done
more though that is indeed the paradox
that we as humans share: namely, we don't
know anything, really, about the people
we see every single day, unless we ask.

Never again will I not ask how someone is,
never will I turn a blind eye to that shuffling
gait or those hunched shoulders nor will
I ever forget that my own pain never has
been and never will be an excuse to not
be a reasonable human being.

Good-bye and Godspeed Andrew.
Put in a good word for me please
to whoever it is that runs wherever it
is that you have gone. And please know
that it wasn't indifference that kept
me from asking after you, merely ignorance.
 Dec 2014 Rex Forté
Thunderstorm
You know how the sun is so important to us, as humans? You know how it's the center of all life and everything and how we love to see it, how it brightens our day literally and figuratively?  How we try and imitate it with our lights and we remember it through the stars when it's gone, and we wish it could last forever but it can't?
Well, what if I told you Andy is like the sun?
It's brilliant and bright and lightens up our days. just like Andy does.  We love to see it and think of it as a symbol of love and happiness, just like we we do about Andy. We may try and imitate it, but it's never as good as the original. We try and be as good as Andy, but you can never be as amazing as him. We remember it through the other stars the way we find Andy in others. And we all wish it could last forever, but it can't. *All stories come to a close, even the best people's. Even Andy's.
Like/repost if Andy is like the sun to you too. And please write your own poems for him. Thank you.
 Dec 2014 Rex Forté
Kate Irons
now
 Dec 2014 Rex Forté
Kate Irons
now
i need you to need me
My father once told me that good men don't hit women.
But I never thought of him as a man.
And I never thought of myself as a woman,
We're still just kids, aren't we?
Yes, we're graduating in a year,
And maybe then you'll be a man,
But I don't feel like an adult,
So hitting  me doesn't count,
And you still have the chance
To be a good man.
Don't hurt the next one,
Please
I'm Austin
I play guitar
I sing too
Music and melodies
Make the world spin
I **** at poetry......
Cactus



Hey I'm Austin! Bassist for a band called Demonized Angels. Two of our members have personal accounts you may know them as <Andy> and <Jinxx>  They're cool dudes go check them out. xD I'm a loser peace out
Hey I'm Austin! Bassist for a band called Demonized Angels. Two of our members have personal accounts you may know them as  and  They're cool dudes go check them out. xD I'm a loser peace out
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