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Ava Sep 2014
today i asked my mom what happened on 9/11 here is how that conversation went
me: what happened on 9/11
mom: Well, a plane crash-
me: what really happened
mom:(sigh) I was nursing you
mom:i found out, by a phone call. it was grandma karen, she called and asked if your dad was ok
me:Then what
mom: I called him
mom:he said he was hungry so he went to get mcdonalds before his flight
me:wait, he was supposed to be on that flight?
mom: he missed his 1st class boarding and they wouldn't let him on.
me:wow
mom: we were 5 minutes away from losing him. but that idiot wanted mcdonalds(crying) and he missed...his...bleeping flight!!!
Mom: you were barely over a year and your father was nearly killed
me:oh my gosh
mom:
me:
mom: then, i turned on the news in time to see the second tower fall.
me:
mom: it was strangely beautiful, no, thats not the word.... it was

captivating,

like a bad car wreck you can't look away from. and the world stopped, and inside i was praying to god even though i had never prayed before in my life.
me:
mom: thats what happened on 9/11
me:
mom: thats what happened
Ava Aug 2014
You can get addicted to a certain type of silence
A silence,
That crashes and rumbles with the white noise of unthought thoughts
A silence That tastes of bitter bile and sharp edge of sour saliva
A silence That smells of empty rooms and
Overflowing rain in the gutter
A silence That feels like an astronaut alone, in the drifting sea of infinite space
A silence That appears as a solitary girl,
Sitting on the edge of a bed
Lost in the silence created by shards of grass,
Fragments of the moon
She's lost,
Addicted to the silence of walking down her street, her boulevard of shattered dreams
what if veryone just stopped caring?
Ava Jun 2014
haiku, seventeen syllable poem
how can you write a good thought
its stupid really,only seventeen syllables
Ava May 2014
While you drain that bottle of whiskey
And you wonder "Where did I go wrong?"
All your life you’ve been trying to be the best
And the prettiest
And the smartest
And the kindest
And yet no one even bothers to love you like you want to be loved.
So you form ****** valleys in your skin
You turn flesh into flaming sin
You find The One
You exchange saliva and phone numbers
A week flies by
Gone
Now there’s a new dose of drugs at 3 am
And your mother is screaming “where have you been”
You sear trails with your tears across your cheeks
A whole new fusillade of lies and self-hate
Stab at the moon
Dream about being ripped apart.
Then you spend hours and hours screaming
"I don’t need you! I love myself! I love me!"
They rip your perfect complexion to shreds
Never have I met anyone who wants,
So badly,
To hate other people,
If only just half as much as they hate themselves
hate
Ava May 2014
It doesn’t matter what language you speak because all screams sound the same
It doesn’t matter what your skin color is because all blood runs muddy red
It doesn’t matter if you are afraid because everyone has the same fear
It doesn’t matter what god you worship because even the gods run in the end
It doesn’t matter how big your eyes are because they still cry the same tears
It doesn’t matter if your ears can hear because it’s always rumors and lies
It doesn’t matter what clothes you wear because we are all stripped of humanity
It doesn’t matter if you are smart of stupid because we are all suffering from insanity
It doesn’t matter if you **** now because we all die the same way
1 death is a tragedy
1,000 deaths is a statistic
Idk who said the last line, but credit to them---
Ava May 2014
All you could do was walk away with clenched fists leaving me
On the ground trying to pick up shards of glass,
Ribbons of tears,
And pieces of the moon;
You left me to salvage the pieces of myself.
The truth is, you left me in a maze of my thoughts
Like a rat chasing its tail
And I'm sorry it was never you, you always tasted bitter and burned
I only wanted to melt away the emptiness in your irises,
Break away from the distraught grip of your fear
Did I ever tell you can't just set thing on fire because you like to watch ash float?
You were always so wreckless.
With my bleeding and broken heart in your hands all you could mutter was,
"I made a mess."
A man once told me that anyone good for me would never hurt me
And I suddenly forgot that,
When your eyes turned to icy corridors and your hands, tightened leather
The truth is, you left me there in the dark.
And I haven't emerged.
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