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Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.
© Kayleigh Redwine May 23rd, 2010
Written as a Haiku sequence.
 Aug 2010 Brynne Aodhan Healy
JPB
Remember when we were young?
Do you?
Do you
Remember when we were—
When we would—
We would laugh, play,
Carefree.
Remember when we—
I would appear,
As from nothing,
To laugh, without a thought,
With you.
Remember when—
Glowing bright face,
White blond hair,
Pure joy.
Remember—
And what about now?
And what about
I wish you were a liquid
I could extract you from my veins
and never have to see
your pretty face again

or if you were a song
stuck so deeply in my head
I would just have to play
a different song instead

maybe a scent
stuck deep within my nose
I'd could just go outside
and smell a garden rose

even a dream
had deep within the night
I would just wake myself up
out of sheer fright

but sadly you're a scar
cast deep upon my heart
growing deeper
as we stay apart
© Morgan Percy 2010

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