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What will be 2016 bring for you?
What will bring 2016 for you.
Will it bring a president to cheer.
Will it make you a millionaire.
Or will it be a time of joy/
Will it be a time to be sad.
Maybe it will be a time for you to get rich.
Or a time to get rid of that ----h?
Will it be a time to be glad or a time to be a witch.
Wait to see for 2016 will be up on us.
Soon you will see.
you know nothing's okay
when half your chats end in meaningless okays
when 'okay' is your involuntary response to the questions that aren't asked
to the questions that pierce in the form of pitiful looks
to the questions that mean well
to the questions that only mean to tell
you that hey - your life is messed up and you need to get okay.
like I even know what that means.
okay.
who's been okay lately, really?
*not i.
sorrynotsorry.
ever since your dad stopped teaching you how to skip stones
and started making your heart skip a beat in fear whenever he came close
you've been looking for a way to stop feeling so unloved
but let me tell you sweetheart, his voice isn't an escape.
just because he tells you he wants to ******* raw doesn't mean
he won't leave you with wrists slit just as ******* raw,
and it certainly doesn't mean he wants to love you.
i know you haven't felt present in three years,
but i can tell you for sure
you won't feel any less like an empty house
when he tells you he'll fill you up.
just because you're both broken on the inside
doesn't mean
your pieces are going to fit,
how many times can i tell you that?
you need someone whole to help you put yourself back together
not a boy so set on destroying himself
that you met him in the mental hospital.
not a boy so set in his ways he tells you
to stick your finger down your throat.
you need someone whole, not someone to hand you a hammer and show you how hard to hit
to
make
everything
shatter.
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
R
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 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
R
It's not like I want to move on...but I have to.
seeds of doubt are sown in the dark patches
of soil beneath my eyes,
the winter frost seeps color
from my once rosy cheeks,
bruises bloom on my knees from greeting
the bathroom floor too many times,
lines of red poppy flowers grace
my rib cage.
I wanted to be her
I envied your dedication
The two of you so compatible
Yet we're simply complex
I will never be the stream running through those veins
The rhythmic beat of a heart that forces a smile of perfection across your face
I wonder do I make you as happy as the one who breeds your kin
A sad disfunction
A game I'm a afraid I will never win
I want to feel the beat of your heart flow through my vains
Then maybe just maybe it will be the music in my ear that gives comfort when it rains
I wanted to be her
A pattern in your soul
A continious reminder that we too could get through the bad days
I wanted to be her
But I realized my aspiration were simply too high
several stories above a concrete street
is where i feel the most alive
the emptiness of a bottle makes me complete
and i am just five
five, when i start to feel this sickness
overtaking my mind
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