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 Dec 2013 RA
Elise
Cigarettes
 Dec 2013 RA
Elise
darling
please come inside
I've never seen it with my own two eyes
but I can imagine you igniting your addiction with a flick
inhaling the smoke
are you trying to start a fire in the bottom of your lungs?
or keep one burning?
I might ask you one day
when you're looking up at the sky
memorizing the constellations once more
you may close your eyes then
are you trying to create a universe between your rib bones?
penciling in stars like letters
writing a book of
expanding//contracting
beginning//ending
with each breath
starting the same way it finishes
until the point of collapse

darling
please come inside
it's so cold
your veins may freeze
is your addiction keeping you alive?
or is it killing you from the inside?
it took a part of me once
your addiction was once another's
it left with him
and took a piece of me with it
I've never been the same
and I'm getting tired of looking at hospital walls
but I can't tell you that
I've seen the inferno behind your eyes
that you're so desperately keeping alive
so I simply say
"hurry back"
instead of

"darling,
please come inside"
"I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise."
—Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
remember: this is a poem, not a reason
 Dec 2013 RA
rained-on parade
I have stopped counting,
the days, for they are now
just seconds and hours that pour away
into the blankness of life.

It doesn't pain me because it is an
understanding that for you
love could never mean anything
more than a prolonged feeling of monochromia.  

You have fallen,
and fallen again.
Love is nothing more than
a chasing game for you.

But if I had never
come into your life,
what could, in your ways of life,
it have proved?

Nothing.

It was the mischief of the cosmos
that wanted us to be.
Else the weaves of the universe
would come undone.

We have our stories
already written
by a known
hand.

All we are,
are characters
waiting.
Till our curtain falls.
Tired.
 Dec 2013 RA
Ashani Dunwell
I dream that you are able to find love in the way the sun's warmth sets the sky on fire after it has gone.

The way hope dangles from burnt out stars and even the darkest places glow in the moonlight.

In the tide that kisses your feet, drowns your worries and hydrates your soul.

In the wind that whispers a song of peace as it waltz's through your hair and gracefully across your skin.

The unadulterated dawn that tip toes into each waking day as it spills its water colors through out the sky.

Don't wake the dreamers.

I hope that you are able to recognize the world in all it's luster and prevailing beauty. And most of all, how it reflects in you.
 Dec 2013 RA
kenye
I Held her hand through the chaos
when the sky came falling
it was just us
and the rest 
of the star stuff

coming
colliding
crashing

planes 
of 
space
time
and 
all­ 
in 
between
her lips

The Goddess
in the flesh
emanating
forcefields of
****** up
electromagnetic
heartbeats
projecting
purging
protecting
conne­cted
like the light that graces us
Even as we're tearing
through the Mayhem
Even if she tears at herself
with a razor
leaving everlasting marks
of loneliness
She's still 
******* beautiful to me
Her anti-battlescars
Her wrist tattoos
to cover up the marks
and make pain into art
 Dec 2013 RA
Lizzy
First Aid Kit
 Dec 2013 RA
Lizzy
The old blue box filled to the brim
With bandages, Advil, and what my dad used to call "magic healing lotion"
So that we would feel special when putting it on
After falling down
From the monkey bars on the playground across the street
Or that first time I fell off of my bike

Now my pain is more than skin deep
Not a simple dab of magic healing lotion and a Spider-Man bandaid
Will help stop the blood dripping from my wrists

The old blue box filled to the brim
With bandages, Advil, and what my dad used to call "magic healing lotion"
Now sits on the top shelf of the closet
Collecting dust
 Dec 2013 RA
rained-on parade
If I had a penny
for everytime
you truly said
that you loved me.

I wouldn't still be broke.
With every short I become more apathetic.
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