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  2d C J MILLER
ac
we’re half way finished
half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years

when freshman year started
we couldn’t wait for it to end
but now it’s almost here
i wish we could go back
and do it all again

to fix the mistakes
to say the right things
and to not give my heart
to a boy by who i am hated

i want to be young again
to get back those two years
all i can remember are pain and tears
now we have to plan for the future

we have to plan the rest of our lives
how do you do that?
my life was more together when i was five
i know who i want to be
but i don’t know who i am

i’m only 16
these plans feel to big for me
but we’re half way finished
we’re half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years
I
I am not the one you want
I am the one you need
  3d C J MILLER
eliana
Why do i write?
To help me through the sleepless nights?
What do i gain?
A way to verbally share the pain.
How does it help?
Gives me a way to express myself.
Poetry gives me a way to share my many thoughts
and the many battles that I've fought.
Why do I write?
Just because it feels so right.
Éclair My Heart

Fill me up with custard’s glow,  
soft as secrets whispered low.  
Chocolate coat our midnight vows,  
each bite a bow that time allows.  

Glossy tease of vanilla sighs—  
declare your love in pastry cries.





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....bow instead of bough, so the spelling hints at its pronouncing.
Can't eat
Can't sleep
Can't stop crying
Can't breathe
Can't live
Can't do dying
Can't write
Can't read
Can't scream aloud
Can't choose
Can't break
Can't shut down
Can't fly
Can't fall
Can't let them know
Can't speak
Can't stay
But still can't go
I don't -ing know what to do anymore
  3d C J MILLER
Enero
The greatest comic book villains
weren't the anarchists,
the nihilists,
nor the manipulators

It were the romanticists.

Thanos snapped his fingers
and half of the universe's life disappeared.
Not to balance the scales like in the movies, no

in the comics, Thanos committed genocide
to court Death -- in the form of a woman

Mr. Freeze cryogenically froze his terminally ill wife, Nora.
Committing crimes to advance his research to treat her yet incurable disease

Dr. Doom built a machine that would project his astral body to hell.
Scarring his face in the process, in a futile attempt to rescue his mother

But I am no villain,
I do not have infinity stones
the manhandling effort
nor the cosmic intellect

though I have been defined
[nonchalant, cold, and anti-social]
by whose vocabulary lacks
to grasp what I am

Yet I do not mind,
it is human nature to simplify
what we cannot comprehend.

A theatrical free-will,
a Newtonian dissonance,
a deterministic philosophy;
the illusion of control.

But what I do fully grasp
is when fate comes between me
and you,
the sisters would know the definition
of arthritic hands.

God shall be challenged to create a stone he can't lift,

gouge my eyes out when I pull you from the depths of Tartarus,

make a Faustian bargain,

and sing unto the crossroads
until my fingers bleed plucking the strings.

I shall stand before the powers that be,
all in exchange for your soul.

But at the end of the day,
I am no romanticist, nor a villain,
not stoic, nor Machiavellian

I'm just a boy, standing in front of a girl...
like most villains, in the right circumstances,
left with no choice against something that they cannot control

But darling, if it were to come to that
I will make sure,
to conquer the world
with an iron fist on one hand
while clutching yours in the other.
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