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Sage Feb 10
Happiness is like an ice cream truck.

In our most innocent stages, it's a moment of exhilarating bliss. As the smooth ice cream bar danced across your taste buds, you knew everything would be okay.

But we're older now.

Ice cream trucks become ****** vans and anxiety.
We never had a chance.
Sage Feb 10
the mother fell to the floor
in a state of pure rain
her eyes
were as red as the sky
first thing

the cause of despair
was quite easy
to guess
by the words
she so mournfully

my child
the eldest of my
something bad has
happened to

been whisked away
by Thanatos himself
swept up by
the rapid tides of a river
only to be
discarded into the

and I
the culprit behind
the pain
lay awake
for it was I
who plunged the

the guilt
is my price to
pay for
taking her perfect

and while
I sleep at night
my fate
will not be
so kind when
I meet with Hades
Sage Jan 2019
It's not what I expected it to be.
Instead of feeling that
calm and isolation I desired,
I feel lost.

No, it's not what I expected at all.
I thought I could find myself
by spending alone time with her
but instead, I lost everything I knew
about her.

Have you ever died?
Only then would you understand
the extent of this loneliness.

Like an abandoned building,
I am graffitied with their words
and left alone to crumble apart.
I, the building, watch them leave
to their own lives.
Watch them live while I die.

No, this is not at all what I

Perhaps it's the devil himself
who is allowing these thoughts
to cloud my brain.
Even if it was, how could
I tell the difference?

This shame, which was never expected,
is the reason I seem
to be chained to my bed.

Imagine that, however comical
it may prove to be, feeling
imprisoned in the place that
once felt like home.

Watching the menacing shadows
dance across your walls.
Even they don't know how
you feel.

I know what it's like to disappear,
and all I'm left with
is the sense that it should be
for real.
Sage May 2018
With a story like mine,
you could write a book.

The lines would be red,
filled with hatred and pain.

Nobody would see the plot twist
from a million miles away.

The once trusted figure,
so pure and good.

Now the criminal villan,
smiling with her knife.

But it wasnt a knife
that I saw that night.

It was something worse,
to scar my eyes.

But I'll never know how
the story ends.

The cliffhanger of the century,
headlines would read.

But it's all because of the
lack of leads.

And at the end of the day,
it would be marked fiction.

With a story like mine,
you could write a book.

But nobody would believe it,
so why bother?
Sage May 2018
There comes a time in everyone's life where they must make a decision

Life, or death.

Many pick the latter, most don't.

How I envy the people who have such strength. To continue on without question.

Let me ask, if I may.

If everything seemed to go wrong, and the pressure to be okay continued to push further and harder, would you eventually break?

Your legs aren't strong enough to carry the weight.

And yet you do it anyway.

But for what?

Excuse my ignorance, if you could.

I'm just dying to know what keeps you living.

— The End —