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 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Emily Dickinson
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Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun
Seductive in the Air—
That Tun is hollow—but the Tun—
With Hundred Weights—to spare—

Too ponderous to suspect the snare
Espies that fickle chair
And seats itself to be let go
By that perfidious Hair—

The “foolish Tun” the Critics say—
While that delusive Hair
Persuasive as Perdition,
Decoys its Traveller.
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Little Wolf
I don't remember being well anymore,
I don't remember what a peaceful day feels like,
I don't remember when the physical pain wasn't here
If I hadn't already been crazy the pain would have driven me there...
Dropped me off, threw my stuff out, left like a bat out of hell and never looked back.
But I was already on my way when the pain started.
It just made the walk harder.


There is a lot i don't remember actually .
Childhood stuff I should.
It hurts my moms feelings, so I play along about 'that one time' and all my great memories.
She usually knows I'm lieing ,
She pretends not to notice
And I smile and nod, pretending to remember.

It is a Symptom of the diseases,
The forgetfulness, the blankness.
Part brain fog, slow synapse, brain changes from great stress and brain inflammation,
But also part Defense mechanism.
There are whole years gone...blocked out

I don't remember being well anymore,
I can't remember the name for simple words most of the time,
And I don't remember peace but I still pray for it.
I guess it started when I felt I needed something different. When you want it, it's just hard to keep it realistic.
All games. I'm done playing. Now the puzzle picture doesn't work with all these pieces missing.
More specifically, we were closer when we kept our distance. Optimistic. Pessimistic. I can't even tell the difference.
You would always break down when we talked about a break up. Mascara down your check, I always mess up trying to make up. Yeah I see that.
Yeah I see all the complexity, it starts to mess with me. We take a seat but no one talks like an assembly.
Mentioning the fact that we're not perfect is the perfect way to tell that it's not worth it, are you listening?
No, it's always hard to hear the things that you don't want to hear. My phone battery on 17% that's how I feel here.
"Are we done here?" She asked rhetorically, heading to the door. She's taking all her things. She can't take it anymore.
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Hanna Mae Mata
Some feelings
are just like echoes
-heard by nothing
but air
and returned
by nothing
but walls.
Our love is like a bubble bath
I needed you to wash me clean
But now our love is going down the drain
I watch as it swirls around and around until its gone
Wrapped in a towel
I watch whats left of us seep away
With tears in my eyes
I try to save us
To save anything left over
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Lost
Fragile conscious, forgotten dreams of love,
I was alone, wondering, hopeless, small,
Lonely and outcast, I, a flightless dove,
Cautious, afraid of letting myself fall.
My life was a series of blacks and whites,
Not a soul there to warm my untouched heart,
Then, he appeared and his eyes; what a sight,
Now, we can barely stand to be apart.
He showed me what love is and to this day,
Nothing in the world can match this feeling,
His love is true no matter what they say,
We will be together and not stop loving.
Our future is a promise together,
True love lasts, against the world forever.
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Sarah Oh
Broken
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Sarah Oh
Words unspoken
Her heart is broken
Stubborn to quit  
Her love for him was far too great
She couldn't admit
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Gun Boy
I'm.
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Gun Boy
I am just fine.
I am a son hiding my depression.
I'm a boy trying to making a good impression.  
I'm a friend acting like I'm fine.
I'm a teenager that's struggling.
I'm the dude sitting next to you.
I'm the one asking you to care.  
I'm your best friend hoping you'll be there.
******* autocorrect
I reached for you,
The heavens grew,
I imagined, ever us,
Drunk in drunken rush,
I bled for your salt gifts,
You made me a beggar,
In the shimmer of darks,
I was once your true light,
In the lost, precious dawning,
I was once your spotted fawn
When we were dream, joined,
How the heavens began, sung
When the ocean, swept, roared,
How we drowned in newest song,
Do you not remember, sweetness,
Life so marvelous, tender, warms,
When I reached for you, in night,
And you were not there, gone?
 Oct 2015 FiesaLy
Yosa Buson
Blown from the west,
fallen leaves gather
    in the east.
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