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If I should die for my country,
and no one comes to place flowers on my grave,
would I make a sad poem?
I HAVE FINALLY RE-EDITED AND FINISHED MY FIRST BOOK, FROM CRO MAGNON TO PRO AVERAGE MAN: AN ASSORMENT OF POEMS!!!!!

Well, I have officially made my first book of poetry. The book is entitled From Cro Magnon to Pro Average Man: An Assortment of Poems. This was the first time I ever attempted making a book, and finally I have pulled it off!!! I made this book through the website: www.bookemon.com. Just a few minutes ago, I actually published the book on Bookemon for the whole world to buy! So, if you’ve wanted a copy all along, are interested in reading it now, and/or just want to help me keep chasing my dream of becoming a known-poet by paying for the book, YOU CAN!! Here’s what you do:

You go to www.bookemon.com

You enter “From Cro Magnon to Pro Average Man” into the search bar in the upper-right hand part of the screen.

When you hit “Search,” my books should pop up!! MY books! I actually made it.

There are two types of the book. A hardcover and a softcover version. It will say which version is which under the title. The hardcover version sells for $28.72, plus tax. And the softcover version sells for $18.07, plus tax.

If you would be so awesomely-amazing to buy a copy, just hit ADD TO CART, Then scroll down and hit PROCEED TO CHECKOUT. Hit CONTINUE under GUEST CHECKOUT, and enter your information there.

NOW, I KNOW THE BOOK IS KINDA PRICY, BUT BOOKEMON SETS THE PRICES THEMSELVES. MY APOLOGIES.

Or, if you don’t have any money to spend and just want a little preview of the book, you can hit READ beside the book and get a free 20 page preview!!

Again, thank you to everyone who has supported me through this long process of self-publishing my first book of poetry. And thanks in advance to anyone who is willing to buy the book and actually does. THAT WOULD MEAN THE LITERAL WORLD TO ME.
Thank you all again. Now I have all my time devoted to the continuing and making of my second book, Pocket Change for Priceless Memories. It’s coming soon!!

Thanks again everyone!

Nick
Thank you to everyone for your support.
Sweetly sipping holiday cider
the usual melancholy,
but the bitterness
was always a surprise
and I felt much delight
with the bubbles
dispersing across the atmosphere
that was my mouth.  

The Day after
was a would be pleasant Monday--
thinking back I really
should have waited till Tuesday
everyone hates Tuesday less
and the people in my life
were no exception.

The Day after--
my mother washed dishes
it must be disturbing
as that was my household chore
they were shinier and cleaner
than any time I did them,
she noticed,
and grabbed a plate I had done
smiling and frowning
in the reflection it lacked.

The day after--
slack jawed and stooped
just finished piling
the heaviest cardboard boxes
my dad has ever had to carry
the possessions were clothes and photographs
but to him were
the weight of a casket.

The day after--
sleeping in my old bedroom
was my older brother
filling the curvature
my body had left
in the memory foam mattress,
as I wished for its name to become literal
so he could dream
my memories.

As I watched
not lived with my family
these feelings sunk
to the ocean floor
realizing the weight
that would crush my body
and cause my family
to collapse
the day after.
Lovers will lose history and future.  Seemed like an answer, but then was the question.
Tonight, I sleep with a heavy heart.
Knowing that my parents are in for
Something they'll regret l
Knowing that I could have stood up for my sick mom to my drunk dad
But never did because
I was a disaster myself

I know I'm not getting any sleep tonight.
My brain and my imagination will run wild
Creating scenarios that might have happened

This always happens.
I drag my body to sleep but
A wave of overthinking wipes me out
And brings me back to shore

Every night I pray that
I get amnesia when I wake up
But then again I don't want to forget
The feeling of falling in love and being loved.
I don't want to forget the oranges and lemons life has given me through family and friends.

Tonight, I sleep with a heavy heart.
With my sick mom beside me
And a pillow to cry on.
Little wolf, let me tell you something. The world is an imperfect place. It is violent and cruel. You will not learn from me and my lessons, little wolf, you will learn from your own. And I could shelter you and smother you, and yet you will still learn the worst of the world.

You will love and you will be loved. You will run and you will collapse. You will hurt and others will follow you because of your bright light. That same light will attract others who want to put out your flame. But I tell you now, little wolf, they cannot. They cannot burry your soul and quit your howl. The moon will always be yours and you will always be the symbol of love and strength
Her name is Katherine
I call her Katie
She and she alone is my best friend
She listens to my problems
And helps distract me
From a life of pain and complications
Lately, she and she alone has been my rock
A long time ago
Had it not been for her
I would have gone into darkness and swallowed whole
Losing myself to the shock

I have a sister and brother
A middle child I am
Although there are three
My parents only acknowledged two

Now there is my sister
The youngest of the three
The baby and most loved
She likes to make mom cry
And claims she wants to die

The oldest is my brother
Kicked out long ago
He liked to do drugs
And hit me
He loved to fight with my father
And destroy the peace, Slaughter

My mother
Loves my sister
And claims my brother
Me however
Well I'm a disappointment
Never good enough
A lecture
Never a nice gesture

And last there's my father
Who picks on me
But that's ok because that's how he loves
But he's never home
Always at work
And sides with my mom
When he isn't making her yell at him
He hits really hard
And when he plays it's rough
I figure it's because he's trying to make us tough

That's my family
Not always nice
Many of the reasons I cut my skin with a knife
Because I can't help it, that this is my life.
The pain of losing someone you love
may be something,
But to be betrayed by your own flesh and blood
is everything,

Nothing is as vulnerable as exposing your weaknesses
to the people you trust the most,
The people you're willing to die for and you're
proud enough to boast,

And when the time comes when it seems
that everything is lost,
You become the victim when all you've tried
to be is a host,

Your greatest strength was your
greatest downfall,
You used to answer to their every
beck and call,

I guess it all comes down to just you after all.
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