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 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
a flight away
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
this is the last call
i try to get the last of everything
the last of the cold breeze
perhaps some fire of your anger
and of my own eyes
(they will not exist tomorrow)

for passengers of flight -
did the sun forget to wake up?
all i can see is shadows!
and the lamps only pierce me deeper
but never through the hollowness

please proceed to -
no, don't tell me to go
don't tell me i have to
i'd go between highway lines again
if it means home

thank you
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
bedtime
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
you wait every night for the same thing you always avoided everyday. it comes at three a.m in waves.

first wave:
remember yesterday?
how you couldn't get this right?

second wave:
here's a bit of your past
here are new ways to regret it

third wave:
it will soak you dry
and drain you to sleep
goodnight

sometimes they last longer than you expect
and i always want you to build a boat
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
interrogation
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
standing between us is a one way mirror
i'm one of the observants
and you're an innocent child who doesn't know anything
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
clouds
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
I hope you find comfort in the clouds,
The one you don't find in me.
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
survive
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
I'm not dead yet, sugar.

I hope you aren't either.
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
1998
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
this is a story about a war
angels looking for completeness, and
reapers in uniforms

we raised our flags
they raised their guns
we filled the sky with our cry
we heard gunfire gunfire gunfire

you can never
ever
feed the hungry with bullets

four angels went home

do demons really run,
when a good man goes to war?
this is about the Trisakti shootings in Jakarta, 1998. I wasn't even born yet but oh my god, the horror...
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
under this blanket of starless skies  i lie
i clench my teeth, and
hope that i can put curses in reverse

i have seen faiths tumbling down
further away from a faraway fate
i always kept my fists clenched

life has offered me blood and tears
but never told me whose are they
i decided to stay low
i've had enough of my own

i can put curses in reverse
God bless the sad and selfish
I intended this to be a selfish teenage version of William Ernest Henley's Invictus... and the last line's borrowed from Patrick Stump - Love, Selfish Love
 Jan 2015 amelia
Rhet Toombs
Hunter
 Jan 2015 amelia
Rhet Toombs
His younger brother died
Some time ago
So he sat and cried
Eating his happy meal
Ironically
Sitting on the fourth church pew
We sang hymns
He prayed curses
To a God that didn't seem to hear
Or a mother that wore too much make-up
A father that beat him every day
Wise eyes
Written on his face
At such a young age
Now
As I stroll the grounds
Feeling you six and a half feet beneath
I learned what you knew
All along
How can you not pity his place?
Should have known
For fear of the footsteps
At bedtime
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
minus one
 Jan 2015 amelia
rey
i will fill you with apologies
let them flow through your teeth

i will give you roses in the form of words
clean of their thorns
growing without their soil

i will fill every protagonist gap in your story, and
be the "you" in each of your poems

i will be the stump of every tree you cut, and
seeds of every tree you plant

i will make you one hundred
as i die out as a hero;
your zero
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