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 Nov 2014 Blake Dixon
Jack
~

I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
 Nov 2014 Blake Dixon
ryn
Up
 Nov 2014 Blake Dixon
ryn
Up

i'm
careening
and crashing
into invisible walls•
the bumps and contusions
on  my  head
i rub•  seem
trapped,  i'm
crying   over
my trips and
falls•   stuck
in limbo, not
knowing.......
which way is


*...UP•
Melancholy streets
fill my mind,
deranged moments
are easy to find.

On the corner
of hate and desire,
faith desserts me,
I am on the wire.

Bequeath my soul,
spread my wings.
Extinguish the fires,
finally I am free.
 Oct 2014 Blake Dixon
Chelsey
Sleepy
 Oct 2014 Blake Dixon
Chelsey
What are the chances
that I might just fall asleep
and never wake up again?
I have never been so tired before.
i took a handfull of pills one day
hoping i would fly away,
and see jesus face to face,
escaping this god forsaken place.
i thought that it would set me free,
from being a living tragedy.
but i began to feel very sick.
i felt as if i had been hit in the head with a brick.
my stomache turned, and i began to cry.
i never really wanted to die. but now im gone.
and im never coming back.
daddys at my funeral, all toarn up and dressed in black. 
mom is busy crying, she would give the world, anything to get back her dear baby girl.
and i rot away, and all of my hopes anddreams they do too..., because i made a big mistake, thatno one could undo.
all of the plans that god had made for me, tragicly erased.all of my potential, has now gone to waste.
i never really wanted to die, i just wanted to end this pain, i guess that i thought that life, was nothing but a game.
Everything's alright.
Look around you.
Everyone's been trying
While you barely get by,
And live in your hole alone.
I can't be
There for you.
You were never
There for me.

You paint your
White Roses Red,
And take no prisoners.
It's off with their head.
You say you want me,
But I don't love the dead.
I know you secretly hate
Those White Roses Red.

Blood stains.
Didn't you know?
You should have thought that out
A long time ago.

You want to protect me
From things
That are harmless.
Well,
If you want to protect me
Look in the mirror,
And protect me
From what you see.

I'm not bulletproof, you know.
You may be oblivious
To the scars that you made..
But they show.

You can't go by,
Because to you
Nothing is alright.
But I can't stay
And tell you to fight,
Because I know you.
It will do no good.

You paint your
White Roses Red,
And take no prisoners.
It's off with their head.
You say you want me
But I don't love the dead.
I know you secretly hate
Those White Roses Red.

I won't like you
Until you say
That you were wrong
And wash the red away.
But I won't wait around
Because in truth I know
That I would have to wait
Until my dying day.

Just wash the red away
Until it doesn't show.
 Oct 2014 Blake Dixon
Hannah Joy
I can’t count with my fingers
The amount of times I have been homesick.
It is one of the bleakest feelings in the world.
The aching,
Bile rising,
Wrongness in my chest.
Makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
This isn't where I am supposed to be.
I've been gone for far too long,
And the desirable place is in his arms.
I now know the worst kind of homesickness,
The kind where I am consumed of inevitable morose.
Being with him is where I need to be.
Inhaling the leftover scent of him from his sweater,
Doesn't smell nearly as good as it would,
If it were inhaled directly from his neck.
Looking at all the photos I have of him, of us,
Isn't quite like seeing his smile in person, or hearing his laugh.

If he is my home,
I must go back soon.
I've been gone for far too long.
 Oct 2014 Blake Dixon
Hannah Joy
My thoughts are turbulent.
Like a clothes dryer, round and round –rumbling.
At night, these thoughts become a hurricane.
Dark clouds congregating within the spectrum of my mind.
A drizzle quickly turns into a heavy downpour,
Engulfing my sanity.
It’s as if I am consumed in flickering flames of orange and yellow.
They are dancing around in my head,
Burning my stability in its path.
Reflections of my life are rippling towards me.
Who I was, who I am…
The floorboards are creaking under the weight of all this pain I am carrying
This carousal ride is continuous,
My mind is spinning and everything is becoming dazed.
My thoughts are turbulent.
Like a clothes dryer, round and round –rumbling.

— The End —