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Drifting Jul 2013
Her screams where not heard
Behind the thick walls
Of their apartment

No one knew what went on
Behind their closed doors

No one would have guessed
The "happy, perfect couple"
Had their own problems too

But they were only problems
For one of them

a. d.
Drifting Jul 2013
"There's no indication of
What we were meant to be"


You could be anything
And so could I
Whatever you want, really

But some people tell you otherwise
That you have to be this or that
Study this area or go into this field
Don't do this and certainly don't do that
You'll never make enough money doing that
You won't be happy if you do this

But you have to block it all out
None of it matters

See
You were born with a clean slate
A blank canvas
You can be whatever you want

Do whatever your little heart desires
Go toward what interests you
What intrigues you
And what you find feasible with your little hands
And the amazing brain you were born with

Bra cause its not what others want
But what you want, my dear

If you go after what you want
That's when you will be happy

Don't live our life according to others
And what they think you should do
But what pleases you
And then
And only then
Will you be truly happy

                        a. d.
Drifting Jul 2013
He said hello
To the girl across the room
Reading the old dictionary
At the table in the corner

He could tell
There was something different
About that girl
He knew she wasn't like all the rest

She had her hair pulled back
In a loose, messy bun

She wore sneakers and jeans
And a sweatshirt
Tied around her waist

And she was reading a dictionary
He wondered why
Why would she be reading a dictionary
When she was in a building
Filled with a myriad of books

Perhaps she wanted to widen her vocabulary
Or maybe she just wanted to touch up
On the definitions of those troubling words
The ones she could never remember

              a. d.
Drifting Jul 2013
She spoke softly
His words were harsh
She trembled under his words
He towered over her like the skyscrapers
The ones that climb high up above in the big cities
Blocking those below from sunlight
Leaving an ever present shadow
Down below

She
Was in that shadow

It never left her

                            a. d.

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