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 Nov 2014 Abrilita
WickedHope
I take bright red ink

                  and decorate my arms

I haven't done this art

                  in a while


I take a clean blade

                  and double check my vitality

I have done this

                  every night this week
Staggered strokes,
Staggered slices.
My afternoons have been spent listening to her
And her mind-numbing jazz, the trumpets
and the trombones, the bass guitar and the piano.
I'm almost tone deaf but, god, I could feel her soul
through her songs. She has caught me
like how liquor stared back at me
with her golden stare
As the ice begins to sweat.

After school she would teach me
How to handle her instruments:
The soprano, the alto and the tenor.
The former, we would practice often at her whim;
Her favorite sax which even with a few notes,
she'd ask me to play with her.

In her own words, "You have to imagine"
"Making love to your instrument."
"Imagine me", she said.
And for the first time I heard her play
Pink panther off key.
Special thanks to J.S.P. and to Orophino Jazz Band.
 Oct 2014 Abrilita
Kyra Elise
Oh, little blind girl
who I used to be,
tell me now
what is it that I see?

Oh, little blind girl
so little and so bright
why did you leave me
without a single fight?

Oh, little blind girl
why has it been so long,
since you've decided
to write another song?

Oh, little blind girl
what is it that I've done,
to make you hide
why did you run?

Oh, little blind girl
who can now see
where are you at
inside of me?
 Oct 2014 Abrilita
Amelie
She was beautiful,
But not in the beautiful ways you like to think so
She did not have hair that dripped gold
Her eyes were not the colours of the cold sea
But her smile was crooked and bent
Her lips were chapped and thin
She did not have a gentle laugh
Nor did she speak humble thoughts
But she was beautiful
In the way the shore kisses my feet
In the way the moon hides itself in the curtain of darkness
She was beautiful
In the way wind dances with hair
In the way shy lovers hold hands
She was beautiful in the way of morning air
And black coffee
And the love poems that live in each broken heart
Spilling red oil into blue lungs,
Suffocating happiness right out of its shell
And she was beautiful
Because she refused to taste sadness
Even though it was the only thing she had left to eat.
 Oct 2014 Abrilita
Olivia
sunsets
 Oct 2014 Abrilita
Olivia
You painted
a sunset in the back of my
throat, so that every time
we kissed, you could taste
something beautiful that
wasn't me.
 Oct 2014 Abrilita
MBishop
Level 2
 Oct 2014 Abrilita
MBishop
I knew what I was last year
I was depressed
I was highly suicidal
I self harmed
But now I'm just...broken
Just hobbling through life with a limp leg
All the cuts of war have dried
And the battle field lay vacant with languor
I've made it to the other side by myself with nothing but my hands while the enemies came loaded with amo and chemical warfare
But now that I'm here, there's no oasis
There's no recovery retreat
There's just emptiness
The other side is just a drop off into oblivion
Maybe I haven't recovered.
Maybe this is just another level in the same Hell.
- a different kind of war
 Oct 2014 Abrilita
Lydia
We're all tired but we'll never sleep again
We'll stare at the ceiling and flip through the images of our mistakes in our heads
We'll make up problems to solve
Or think of things that could go wrong
We'll just be mad at people
Or we'll sit there and cry until we pass out at one in the morning
Or until we go to school at seven
We've all broken down before, and all my friends,
I think we're the ones they forgot to fix
Or we're the lost causes
Or maybe we're just invisible
But we're the only people who can resent our own hearts for beating
Our minds for thinking
Our feet for taking another step.
Maybe we strive for invisibility
And fall in love with every second that we aren't seen
Every second that we can't hear our own hearts race
Every second that we don't drown in our own thoughts
The happy thoughts always seemed to go too fast
The peaceful thoughts never seemed to exist
We constantly move and tremor
Even when we're sitting still
We think ourselves to the edge of the earth
And some of us have fallen off
Some of us just keep looking down
But no one is looking forward anymore
I'm sure that we could, if we tried
But we just don't want to anymore

I gave up today.
I stood up and I walked off.
I didn't even look behind myself.
I didn't speak.
I didn't cry.
I gave up,
And I walked off.
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