Some days, I miss my family. I wish that I could just go knock on their door and say, "Hey, I miss you. How have you been? I'm finally getting my life together and I hope you're proud of me because that's all I want."

I miss my cat. I've grown up with him since the age of four and I've never spent this long away from him. All I get to see is pictures every couple of weeks. I don't get to hold him or hear him and I just don't want him to forget me.

I miss my sister. The one who raised me. She taught me right from wrong, how to make sure that I was safe, how to cook, how to smoke without coughing my lungs out. Sure, I'll always have a tattoo to remember her by, but it would be nice to see her every once in a while too.

I miss my boyfriend. I feel so much better when he's near. I'll see him sooner than the others but I still appreciate everything he does for me. I can't wait for him to come home.

I miss myself. Sometimes I lose myself in the chaos of life and I forget the things most important to me. I have a new family that treats me as if I were their own child. I have friends and even old family that love me and care about me even with little contact.

Although I miss parts of my past, I still would not have it any other way. I have grown from what has packed me into the ground and I am blooming into something great.

What happens                                 
when we run out?                                 
Of time                                              
of hope                                            
of dreams                                        
of memories?                                    
Of songs                                          
of nights                                          
of things                                          
to look                                    
forward to together?                       
What happens                          
when I run out                                
of you?                                            

We lost the chance to know          
when you ran out on me.

lately i've been day dreaming at night
and every time
you're grasping
at the smoke in my lungs
trying to make sense of the poetry
that you think is about yourself
the steam was coming off 
of the asphalt 
and i thought about 
how i was so breathless
when you told me
i float just out of your grasp
but at least you can see me
i've been blind since the day we met
and as it turns out
that was more curse than blessing
i could see nothing
except for the words you used
to keep me focused on you
you were always the selfish one
but what I gave
you couldn't take
it's not enough to just look away
because now I don't see anything
but that's better than seeing you 
you
in all your 
underwhelming 
overbearing
need to be seen by everyone
i wonder
do you think fire is scared 
of fizzling out and dying 
or does it just take pride 
in giving warmth 
and roaring while it can

[holyoak]

I've learned:

Not every sunrise is equal.
Some bring more light,
She's the same.
And frequently I find
She's to blame
When clouds disperse
And lightning fades.

In my mind
And in my day.

I rise
Chipping away at this ice
Thrilling
Finding my self-centered eyes
Chilling
Reflecting lies
Flooded feelings from sinking
Glaciers within me
Sigh
Rose-colored lenses
Blood on my hands
Fences in my mind
Senses on overdrive
The sky is upset
Yet
I try
But I can't fly
No more
My wings were cut and stored
Stories that were foretold
Maybe I got too close
The sun eclipsed
Bored
Into the ground I fell
Sore
Through the floor
Sounding down
Dove into the depths
Drowned
Wound up
That I'm lost
And found
Again
I go.

[ARH]