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Chris Dionisio Mar 2014
Life is
           like climbing
a rope ladder
           It's scary at
first, but the
           only way to
go is
           Up.
That is
           Life.
Chris Dionisio Mar 2014
Welcome mats say a lot of things
They tell a guest first and foremost:
"Welcome"
They also say:
"Come in, if your are clean."
Or even:
"**** of, just trying to be polite"
These are the welcome mats.
Chris Dionisio Mar 2014
Home is where the heart is
Home is a radiator and a gas stove
Home is a quiet room to yourself
Home is in front of the TV
Home is in front of the computer
Home is a garden
Home is a fruit tree
Home is a book
Home is sanctuary.
Chris Dionisio Feb 2014
Remember when you were a kid
And you would spend the summers at Mama and Papa's?
When ---- was pushing you onto the bed
And you farted in her face?

Remember even further back to Christmas at Uncle ----'s old house
When you headbutted *----
Remember when what was *----'s was yours
And what was yours was *----'s, sometimes?
And *---- always had the cooler toys,
So you'd come out on top anyway

Remember when you visited the Philippines
And all you wanted was to spend time with Lolo
So you did?
You had the farmhands catch a chicken and **** it so that you could cook it.
Then you'd hang out with them and play pool to look cool.
You took a cigarette from a pack of what you now know were Parliaments.
Remember walking down Cochin
And telling Lolo to stop smoking?
He's tell you that it was okay because he was old.
Well now he's still old
And with cancer.
And now you smoke and refuse to stop.

Remember when you promised to stop hurting ----?
But no matter what, you'd end up in her room at night.
You'd call yourself a monster
Make yourself sick
But nothing changed, not until you got caught.

Remember the first time you hit someone?
You got him in the stomach, like the ******* coward you are.
Look even further back , you pounced on that same kid, pinning him to the ground

Remember, in high school,  you got into your fist real fight?
Some ******* was throwing ***** in the locker room,
Hit a **** ******-bag,
And blamed you.
The **** took the ball and hit you.
Remember seeing red and losing control?

Do you remember? I do.
I remember because I am you.
I am the selfish, violent, ***-crazed machine of a man you have become.
I am the monster that glares back when you look into a mirror.
I am every vice embedded in ever fiber of your being.
I am you, remember?
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Chris Dionisio Feb 2014
When April comes, you'll be in my arms
When April comes,  I'll be the one to make you laugh and blush
When April comes, you'll give me butterflies
When April comes, I'll be the one to make you sing
When April comes, we'll push each others' buttons
When April comes, we'll spend each moment like it will be our last
When April comes, we'll eat of the lotus petals
When April comes, the weekend will be eternal
When April comes, we'll love each other
When April comes, if April comes
Chris Dionisio Feb 2014
I want someone to hold for no reason
I want someone who will laugh at and with me
I want someone who smiles with her lips and her eyes
I want someone who will come to for everyone
I want someone who will cuddle to a John Hughes movie
I wand someone
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