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The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night
gentle brown eyes
kind peaceful smile
slender angular strong
deep pitched hello
easy-natured laugh
thick wild hair
stories stories stories
sharing histories
sharing selves
spirit tapping at our doors
love tapping at our doors
friendship tapping at our doors

angels hold their breath
on the verge of
our first kiss
fire
with no deterrent
makes its way through the valleys
over the hills
and through the silent towns
engulfing the barely alive
and the already dead
there are no alarms
no screams
no running
just the sound of crackling fire
peaceful really

Mother inhales
looks out upon the flames
it is time to begin again
after I rest
I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

I hide my behavior
to keep you safe.

I keep quiet
not to offend you.

I agree with you
to keep you happy.

I walk on eggshells
for you and
it’s never enough.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

but when the truth
arrives at that
final moment;

jaws will drop
plates will shatter
dogs will growl

and
you’ll be long gone
after seeing what
a ghastly beast
I am

but for now

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

to keep us
together.
all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.
Date her
Kiss her
Marry her
She deserves a be happy after all

Just don't crack her anymore
She might shatter
My mom doesn't need another abusive relationship. I don't need another abusive father figure. Took her 26 years, a kid, and a lot of pain to leave him. My mom's going on dates and such which is fine with me, I just hope history won't repeat itself.

(This note was written by a blanket that let the cold in. What's the point?)
Far away we are
But at least when we look up
We see the same sky
Experimenting with Haikus

Everyone from here might be millions of miles away, but I take comfort from the fact that we all see the same sky when we look up. We might have a different perspective or opinion on it, but it is the same sky.


(This note was written by a W-rex who has no name. He carried a backpack full of shame.)
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