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 Aug 2015
Just Melz
She saw a rainbow where he could only see black.
But together, they made a frame, keeping their picture perfect life intact.

She saw the sun where he was always captivated by the moon.
But together, they made each other's wishes come true and not a moment too soon.

She saw smiles where he drowned in the sadness of eyes.
But together, they made laughter and found truth amongst a million lies.

She saw beauty where he could only see regrets and pain.
But together, they made a life that could always be and would always remain.

She saw him where he would always find her.
And together, they made happiness that could span galaxies forever.
 Aug 2015
LadyBird
Some people feel their pain with grace.
Some people swallow their emotion and let
It claw out of their chest with an exquisite
Spray of blood and a melodious sob.
Some people wake every morning,
Sure that they are alive because their heart
Is adorned with the scars to prove it.
Some people are a pretty kind of sad.

Other people are brutish transformers.
Other people quietly inject their toxic pain
Into their bloodstream and wait for it to run its course.
Other people work every day to sweat it out,
But never quite feel clean enough.
With clogged arteries, other people explode.
Their pain takes their power and other people
Break things, break people, break love.

In hiding you will find only danger;
There is never anything beautiful about anger.
 Aug 2015
Helen
I held you softly
as you slept
I held you gently
as you wept
I held you tightly
as you screamed
I stroked your hair
as you dreamed
I wiped the tears
that would not dry
I cried the tears
you would not cry
I took the demons
in your head
and made them
Mine instead
I need to be
by your side
don’t turn me away
I am not your Pride
I am not your Pity
I am not your Sorrow
I am here Today
I am your Tomorrow
This is one of my oldest and most beloved writes. I never considered adding it to any collections until today. Considering this will be my one true legacy I leave behind, it is as relevant to me today as the day it was written. Enjoy :)
I dream of a quiet place,
Where I stop dreaming of being someone else half of the time.
All that is heard is natural, and soothes my soul to rest.
It has been in my dreams for as long as I could remember,
Yet I don't know where that is.

My throat swells up, and the hairs on my arms have risen.
Where do I belong, or where am I supposed to be?
Does such a place even exist?


Perhaps it just exists inside of me,
And I'm the problem actually.
Maybe this place is in the heavenly.

In this place my soul is at rest, my heart is content, and my mind at peace.
I see a large field of grain surrounded by the greenest trees, and the skies are whatever color they need to be, so long as I am there!
 Aug 2015
Jeremy Rascon
If I were super
I'd be no hero
I'd be the spirit of vengeance
For those too weak
To stand for themselves
The victims of the world
I'd spend every waking moment
Hunting down those
Who seek to destroy
Lives,
The rapists,  and killers,
Abusers, and bullies,
The corrupt,  and thieves
In all corners, in every tiny village
Every grand government building
All would pay
None would stay.
I'd be no hero
For I'd spare no mercy
I wouldn't make the world blind
Its been sightless
Since man learned to lie
If only I were super,
so I could not be a hero.

— The End —