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 Aug 2014 Eisen Pacheco
tc
your love makes me want to eat my own flesh because i can't wash your fingerprints off my skin

i would've done anything for you
and i was like that jacket i bought for you
that you hung up and never wore again

you can't create a graveyard in my memories and not expect the biggest, boldest headstone and i'd rather chisel my eyes out than see your crooked teeth glaring at me and you know what? i'd wrap them in exquisite packaging and address it to you sincerely with a note attached that read "enclosed are all the visions i ever had of you and i"

i'd be like vincent van gogh
he had the right idea
I'm drowning in your eyes
forget what happened
sinking deeper
weightlessly
helplessly
silently
dying
into
you
 Aug 2014 Eisen Pacheco
Juneau
As the road gets dangerous,
begins to incline.
I realize my future,
starts to get tough.

I look to my past,
at what I called mine.
Reveals my lost love,
my gem in the rough.

My eyes blur with tears,
but I am not sad.
My head swells with fears,
I forgot what I had.

The roads are my home now,
in them I found new love.
Life as a vagabond:
pure as light;
white as a dove.
March 23, 2012
Fifth
 Aug 2014 Eisen Pacheco
Juneau
Introvert, extrovert, people of every kind
The toughest battles we face take place within the mind
So take what you need to try and unwind
You're not the only one who's feeling behind
We all suffer the same so remember to be kind
You never know what other troubles people find
Without the needless actions and speaking of others with malign
If you've ever done this leave those habits behind
So that we can all focus on alleviating our own internal grind
August 21, 2014
Twenty-seven
Mama, don't cry
The house is still standing.
The wind might be blowing hard,
But the windows are still holding on.
Everything's shaking
Nothing's secure
But
Mama, don't cry.
The house is still here.

Mama, don't cry
We still got time.
Dry those pretty eyes of yours
And crack that smile that I love.
Things might be moving fast,
But that doesn't mean nothing won't last.
I know it's hard
Cause the clock keeps ticking away.
But
Mama, don't cry.
We still got time.

Mama, don't cry
I swear we're never gonna leave.
We've been through too much
Seen too much
To have to say goodbye.
You've always been our life jacket
Our first aid kit
Our glue
To hold us up.
But the tide is changing,
And it's our turn to be
Your parachute
When you feel like jumping out of this life
We're living.
So
Mama, don't cry.

There's so much to look forward to.
Time might be erasing
What you've worked hard for so long
To keep.
But that doesn't mean that we can't rebuild on
What's been lost.
March 30, 2014
The Darkness creeps in,
into my mind and soul.
I know after awhile it will take its toll.
I must continue to fight, hold it off...
but how long can I stay strong or
will it consume me??
Beside me he peacefully sleeps,
not knowing the fears I secretly keep.

The fears that silently tear me apart,
those I keep hidden within my heart.

Not knowing how it will all turn out,
is the roughest part without a doubt.

Doctors tell me there is always hope,
but nothing really helps me cope.

My fear of never being able to say,
that we have a baby on the way.

-cayla frazier
 Aug 2014 Eisen Pacheco
ck
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 Aug 2014 Eisen Pacheco
ck
I stood from your bed.
My back towards you,
As you said,
"The most perfect silhouette."
You grabbed me,
"Don't leave yet."
I never wanted to leave,
But did anyway.
Something is not right.
I could not stay.
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