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the promises that are broken
have only been yours
unfaithful relationships
is a habit you adore
i am locked up here
and i can't be anything else
but your sweet prisoner
and that prisoner is myself
I watched the
sunrise this morning.
The way the sky had
started out black and then
slowly began to turn light
with each new pastel color;
until the blazing sun finally
set fire to the horizon
and filled the whole sky.
It reminded me of
what happens
to my heart
every time
I'm around you.
It starts out dark.
But then you come
along and suddenly
it's filled with light.
And even the jet planes
that left their trails
across the sky
were colored bright orange.
Just like my scars,
they too,
were covered with light.
 Apr 2013 Curious Tales
RIKKI
I ran over some rain yesterday
The world is a different place when it is night
That is where we should find
                                                our bones
DEREK
 Apr 2013 Curious Tales
RIKKI
you're like a lunar eclipse
alluring
giving off this feeling of
                                                       energy

polarizing -

                                                       are we alive?
 Mar 2013 Curious Tales
Madelin
I went to a college black light dance.
I apparently took a provocative stance,
Since, long story short,
Boys don't know how to court,
And a creeper unbuttoned my pants.
I was extremely not sober when I wrote this, but I'm keeping it.
 Mar 2013 Curious Tales
brooke
what will i do
when you find
a girl who loves
you and what
if I am still alone
will i be okay
with that
by then?
(c) Brooke Otto
 Feb 2013 Curious Tales
amt
Over
 Feb 2013 Curious Tales
amt
And whenever it gets tough,
Just remind yourself that we're one day closer,
To it all being over.
I decided to leave this one extremely open for interpretation. 'It all being over.' Could be suffering, school... Loneliness, maybe even death? Please comment, I'd love to hear your thoughts!
As I watch the stark dawn,
From the darkest room,
Black, white, hand drawn,
figures in bloom.

I smell my favourite jumper,
to find it's scent no longer sweet,
a reminder,
where my mind goes under.

It's the earliest it can be without light,
It's the last time I held my brother tight.
I am drawn to figures, black, white and grey.
God please don't let me die here today.
If there’s a way,
I can go,
through the rain,
or through the snow.
Pack my bag
and send me on,
keep me safe and out of harm,
‘til all our demons
and oceans are calm.

Don’t forget me when
the ships have sailed,
Nor will I you,
when your body is frail.
After this journey,
I’ll be back through this shroud.
I’m writing and hoping,
you will be proud.

If there’s a way,
I can go,
through the rain,
or through the snow.
Pack my bag
and send me on,
keep me safe and out of harm,
‘til all our demons
and oceans are calm.*

And after you leave,
on the very last ship.
I’ll be standing by,
when the rain starts to drip.
Then when your sails,
go out of sight,
I’ll fight the tears,
but try as I might,
I weep for this is us,
at the end.
Before my son,
does it all again.
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