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 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
Love
Wake
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
Love
stay awake
stay awake
I cant.
you have to
I wouldn't be nearly falling asleep in class if you would have let me sleep.
Miss Love
Yessir?
Wake up.
What?
Who are you talking to?
me*

Mr. Miller? Are you sleeping? Wake up.
Huh?
I think you were sleeping.
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
Love
maybe she just has a thing for older guys.
it doesn't make her strange...just different.
but maybe she's just a kid with daddy issues
waiting for some guy to fill that spot
and looking in all the wrong places.*

Fathers: Take care of your daughters.
My commentary on what one of my friends is going through.
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
AP
Ouch
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
AP
In this moment I've never felt so empty

My heart is a wooden slab being knawed away at by pesky termites that leave unrepairable holes

And my lungs like Swiss cheese that can't seem to give me the oxygen I need in order to rid the lump of sorrow in my throat

It's in this moment that your back has turned to me, as I count your steps and wait to hear the slamming of a car door

I count on you to look back at me and smile, but my hope has again betrayed me, and I realize the last I'll see of you will have been this moment

So I've never felt so empty
I've never felt so alone
Sidenote: Happy Easter everybody. Enjoy it
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
AP
I awake,
I ponder,
Sunny days,
No longer

No escape,
From fires,
Only ways,
To temporarily feel higher

I recall,
These moments,
Where I fall,
Back down to Earth

I exclaim,
My depression,
No will,
To live, but die

I fall asleep,
I listen,
Starry skies,
They sing to me

They say,
To stay asleep,
Don’t awake,
Just begin to dream

No stress,
Just colors,
Happy sounds,
Clear waters

I’m alive,
My eyes closed.
Nothing exceptional whatsoever, something old I wrote a long long time ago... just very simple
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
AP
The Pit
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
AP
The pit that appears covered travels deepest to the core

The pit that I feel which lies far under the smoke-spitting pipes of my lungs

The pit that I feel which even hides beneath the jet-black odious chambers of my heart

The pit that shelters moss on its shadowy walls grows around these visible ribs, and it's suffocating me

The pit that bores warning signs for hunters and hikers alike, for no one must reach it's internal sanctuary of melancholy

The pit of your most sinister creation, the pit you spent years piling with leaves so I could not even recognize it

Until with one swift goodbye, the wind in that word brushed this mirage of love and support aside to reveal a pit that has grown so large that it echoes my cries

Only so they can replay like the rain, only so I can listen to them every single night before my eyes finally give way to slumber

So with the coming of April, I pray the trees recover their lost leaves, so I can do my best to shield this throbbing scar of solemn sorrow

Yet, I must remain alone, for I don't have the audacity to lead someone into this pit of desolation where it is impossible for me to love them, such as you replaced your pit with mine
That feeling in your chest where you just feel so **** alone...
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
Love
Listen to what I mean, not what I say. Because its 1am and I'm eleven poems in. I just texted "Yeah I'm fine lol" and I'm sitting in the bathtub, my chin wearing the mascara my eyes sported earlier and I'm too tired to chase my sanity down the drain.
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
Love
Not
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
Love
Not
Im okay...  
      fine,
      alright,
      good,
      lying.

    not
Im ^ okay...
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
Love
It seems as if I don't know how to coin a poem unless my soul is being tortured in one way or another.
**** someone get me out of this god forsaken bathtub. My heart is bleeding purple ink, my skin has turned to paper.
Let me cry a stream of poems to save myself from dehydration.
Follow the story to find out more.
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
AP
Burn
 Apr 2015 Francisco DH
AP
Fractured pavement leaves chipped grooves
Splintered fingers and dwindling expectations
Beads of sweat slither down a revealing spine
Bones and movements that have grown all too familiar

This soul wishes to detach and disappear
To smoke away the memories and gaze at the simple blackness in the flames that take them away
Lungs that combust with dreadful explosions
As the fuel from your aura ignites with flammable words

And so I write
*To watch you burn
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