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Heather Methot Apr 2014
you used to hide me like a bomb underground,
or wear me like a noose around your fragile neck,
but it was I who was chocking on your white lies
and holding into the memories with my brittle bones.

i could read your thoughts from a distance,
your heartbeat was like the sound of pills
pouring into my vibrating hands.

there were different,
more efficient ways to lose your life,
but for some odd reason,
i chose you.
Heather Methot Apr 2014
the humiliation
attempting multiplication
is a discrimination
filling all emotions with frustration
trying to send help of communication
to a genius
showing no blood relation
in a habitation where Ax and Bx showing a result of Cx
introducing a collaboration
with letters sends a illustration
to the mind causing hallucination
just a pigment of imagination
slight vibration
desperately needing a detoxification
of education
to wrap your thoughts around this generation
seeking the need for popularization
but the mind is in a mental restriction
start a petition
to conquer the satan of calculation
but so far no documentation
of the closed corporation
of the mad minded mathematician
so you're living in devastation
suffering while you work at a gas station
from no graduation
or thoughtful congratulations
all because you forgot the capitalization
for a math symbol
on a test
because of the lack of specification

Make a reservation
for the realization
that math
does not
always make
sense.
Heather Methot Mar 2014
the distance between us is a mystery,
I'd much rather it not be history.
for your words fills my confidence,
please take control on my dominance.
we shall not ever incorporate sorrow,
until there is no light of tomorrow.
Heather Methot Mar 2014
what am i doing with my thought?
what am i trying to forget,
or keep at the back of my mind to bring back if im trying to feel some deep emotion.
and what am i trying to keep a vivid memory.
maybe im trying to keep the memories or
maybe i would just like to create some new and more exciting.
my brain is damaged
and my mind is troubled,
thoughts are scattered
and room is cluttered.

time to go for a late night walk
with
the only person that cares
to try and
understand.
03/18/14.
Heather Methot Mar 2014
db.
confused by her witty way,
her personality fills the lonely piece in my mind,
couldn't find who I was until she showed me who I could become.
wasn't sure if our presence together would combined and it doesn't,
but it works just fine.
her mind is gold,
her creativity is bold,
friendship is key,
**forever friends with db.
a poem dedicated to Daisy Blevins
Heather Methot Mar 2014
*******
and every memory we ever had.
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