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Hudson Everett Sep 2013
The quickest way to fall apart
Is to pick up the broken pieces of yourself
So we hold ourselves together
And we climb out of our beds
Every morning, we arise and meet the day
Holding our guts in our hands
Wearing scarred hearts on our sleeves

The hardest things in life
Are the little ones
But a thousand pinpricks bleed us dry
And the moments move so swiftly
We feel the pressure in our skulls
Listening to the voices of our fears and doubts
Anxieties clawing to get out

The strongest ones I know
Are the ones who had to fight alone
Nobody else could see their demons
Or carry the weight of the world
Which rested squarely on their shoulders
Dying would be so easy a thing for us
Living well is the real challenge we must face
Hudson Everett Sep 2013
This is real
This is real
I do not merely imagine these feelings
I am not some bourgeois housewife
Falling into the pattern
Coffee in the morning with the paper
*** every other Thursday night
Don't forget to pack their lunches
I will not be the moonless nights
When I can feel the sunshine
Playing music on my skin
I am under the influence of affluence
I cannot buy myself what I need
Yet I fight on for this feeling
And let the blood all spill
Hudson Everett Sep 2013
It's the end of summer
And I'm so far from home
It's been a long time coming
I've nearly forgotten the feeling
Of butterflies in my stomach
Music nobody else can hear
My hands are shaking
Uncontrollable smiling
No compromise or ambiguity
Just laughter and freedom
And love like from a better time
Hudson Everett Sep 2013
Let me tell you something
She is beautiful and smart and talented and creative
And I have had fun every time I've been with her
But I could go the rest of my life without
Seeing her
Hearing from her
Thinking of her
And I can't say the same for you
It has been months
And I should be completely over you
But I'm not
I don't really want to be

Don't you know I care too much
To ever let you go?
I can't tell you that I love you
No matter how lovely you are
I couldn't bare to lose you
And I'm getting kind of scared
That you'll hate me
And leave me bleeding out
On my kitchen floor
Hudson Everett Sep 2013
She brought home her love
to meet the family (all in sweaters)
He plays guitar as we sit around the kitchen table
The music moves me
Pulled by his plucking, strumming
What is this rising inside me?
What is this feeling?
The music lifts me and takes me from home
from the cats, the cheap decor, my family, even grandma
like the twister that carried Dorothy to Oz
But it does not come for free,
the price is extracted from me like a levy
when I realize what it is I want
and what cannot ever be
Hudson Everett Sep 2013
they say "love your neighbor as you love yourself"
but what if I don't love myself?
so should I stop loving everybody else, too?
Hudson Everett Sep 2013
Firecracker, in reverse
Like gravity turned on her head
Starting slowly from home
Fading into quickly
Burning bright and colorful
Flying through the wind
As though the sky was home
Bursting forth into being
With explosive force and energy
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