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Blurry Vision May 2015
The purest smiles
come from those
who seek
pure happiness.
Blurry Vision May 2015
When I was younger,
I enjoyed drinking black coffee.

I liked the taste and the smell.
The bitterness but the sweetness of the coffee bean.

I realized later on how much coffee related to life.
There are bitter moments that stay on the pallate and create a lasting and pungent after taste.

But there are really sweet times that last even longer.
Blurry Vision May 2015
I'm writing a best seller.
I can hear it now.
"New York Times Best Selling Author"
The book is good.
It's coming slowly.
My dream publishing house is hard to get noticed in.

I'm writing a best seller.
I can smell the TV and movie deals.
"And the Oscar goes to..."
I can hear it.
My future is bright.

I'm writing a best seller.
I'm scared that it won't sell.
I'm scared that I won't get the movie deal.
My dream is slowly crushing itself.
Blurry Vision May 2015
In fifth grade,
they called me gay.

In sixth,
they called me ***.

In eigth,
I tried to end my life for the first time.
The second time shortly after.

In ninth,
I came to grips with my sexuality.
I tried to end my life for the third and fourth time.
My parents told me that I wasn't going to heaven.

In tenth,
I lost all of my friends and found my first love.
I fell in love with a broken CD.
The sharp edges would tear my skin like paper.
That year I tried for the fifth and sixth time.

Present day,
I'm in love with someone but they don't know yet.
My last attempt, number 7, was more than a year ago.
Blurry Vision May 2015
In the beginning your hands were sweaty.
Nervous.

We ended because your hands dried.
You became comfortable.

Our love wasn't infinite.
You broke me into a billion little pieces.

I called to fix it but you hung up.


L.Y.
Blurry Vision May 2015
I miss you.
I miss the way you smell.
I miss the salty ocean air.
I miss my little blue house.
I miss seeing the people that I love on a regular basis.
I miss you Bonney Lake.

When I was a child,
My parents brought me to the cliffs.
It's the only thing that I vivdly remember about you.

The fog that filled the air was dense enough to hide the ocean from view.
You covered it in a beautiful white blanket.
My skin felt wet from your mist and the ground was damp.
My parents dressed me up in my multicolored raincoat and jeans and took me to you.

My father held my hand  while my mother took pictures of me standing on the edge.
Now those photos are gone.

Bonney Lake.
I miss you so much.
My love.
My home.

You're in my heart.
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