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Thank you,
For always letting anger get the best of you.

Thank you,
For being such a ******* ****.

Thank you,
For never thinking before you act.

Thank you ,
For repeating all your stupid mistakes.

Thank you,
For letting everyone, including yourself, down.


For breaking promises…


Thank you,
For never learning how to stand back up.

Thank you,
For getting hurt when you fall.

Thank you,
For only caring about yourself.

Thank you,
For being extremely sensitive.

Thank you,
For pushing everyone away.


Thanks so much,
For nothing…
As the cold tears run down my cheek,
I think of what it could be like
if we were all happy and got along for once.
I don't want it to be like this
and I know you don't either,
but nobody is willing to change...
 Jan 2015 Oliver Sireen
Tanner C
Thoughts

We think them

We feel them

We share them

We write them

We visualize them

But what prompts us to think of a thought?

Are thoughts created?

Or were they already there from the start?
Where has the time gone?
Wasn't it just yesterday that we were silly kids,
running around and cracking jokes at each other?
No. It was yesterday that you drew your last breath.
Alas, you were taken from this earth so young.
Death came like a thief in the night.

Your body lay lifeless alongside the road.
My dear old friend,
there is nothing I feel but sorrow when I think of it.
Sometimes life just isn't fair.
Farewell, and be with God.
Breathe eternal.
Lost an old friend early yesterday morning.
Do not take life for granted for everyday is a gift.
 Jan 2015 Oliver Sireen
bones
We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.
 Jan 2015 Oliver Sireen
The Noose
Some are born balanced
On a precipice and remain
Tethered for the rest of their days
Overlooking barely there
Mental images
Fragments of a lucid dream
Of a conjured up past life
Once etched on skin
But no longer there
They speak of
Violent reinvention
And escape
While the hollow speaks
And catapults into spaces
Better left unknown

Psyches wrapped in denial
Running the gamut of habitual sins
Perpetuating legacies of pain
With hands that carry
The burdens of forefathers
Tiptoeing
In the twilight of dreams
Willing for the heavens
To send a spring that blooms

Hearts whose pounding
Reverberates endlessly
inside of ears
Eyes that get darker as they close
Meet with ours
A look
A sigh
Ascertaining a mutual recognition
Of the familiar
Shadows that plague.
Knocked on heavens door
To know my life's score
A little  wild sins to hide
Towards hell sent to ride

Burning hell did I land
Devil himself shook my hand
Oh few good deeds I have done
Dreams of wild hell gone

Reality in earth woke me
Guess one more day I got be
Hell and heaven in earth found
Deeds good and bad circling around

Saint I am not
Bit of love I got
Heaven or hell I may land
Earth worthwhile each second hand
Just a dream as we sleep and wake another day
There is a bookcase
Full of stories
She never read.
There is a closet
Stuffed with clothes
That never touched her skin.
There is a journal
On the floor
with empty pages.
Because every thought
She ever had
Was never
Good enough.
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