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Ironatmosphere Jul 2014
Watercolor raindrops
Feathery clouds doodled on the sky
Opened windows scared of accidental suicides
A melody of soap bubbles dancing in the wind
Lazy days stretching on forever
*Sometimes summer wins
Ironatmosphere Jul 2014
I lie on my back
Watching the darkness swallow the sky
Slowly suffocating the luminous white
Till I start to hallucinate
Glittery specks of light dancing before me
Unmoved by the quiet rain
Ironatmosphere Jul 2014
I painted you wonderlands of sorry
I flew over mountains of pain
And I swam in the coldest part of regret
But none of it
Made you
Forgive
Me
Ironatmosphere Jun 2014
The sky is white
and flat
It’s like we are all living in an aquarium and they forgot
to turn the lights on
to turn the sky on
Our knowledge of how to breathe is slipping away
like the cloud that tripped and smeared they sky with buckets full
of one single shade of white

Waiting under the white sky
we stand wondering,
our breaths caught in our throats,
if they will turn on the sky
and let us remember
how to convert oxygen
into the carbon dioxide that is slowly destroying it
and us
Ironatmosphere Jun 2014
We buy bags and shoes for money that could feed us for weeks
We use Botox and scalpels to fix our imperfections
We never leave the house or the room without checking our reflection
or taking a selfie
We make sure there’s never a hair out of place or a flaw to be seen
We are the lost generation
Our appearances are nothing but shells
But that’s fine
No one ever sees the empty insides
We are the lost generation
We are empty inside
But we don’t care
All we have ever wanted
All we have ever craved
is to be beautiful corpses
and that's all we'll ever be
Ironatmosphere Jun 2014
Mother, I did my best
I won the prize
Do you love me now?
Mother, I studied my hardest
I got an A
Do you love me now?
Mother, I behaved
I was nice to my brother and sister
Do you love me now?
Mother, I did what you asked
And more
Do you love me now?
Mother, I ran out of ideas
I don’t know if there is anything I can do
*What can I do to make you love me?
Ironatmosphere Jun 2014
I would like
to have the ability to produce beauty
of a caliber so high
a drug test of it would come back positive

I would like
to produce beauty with the pain of realizing
you’ve been living in a box your entire life
and what you thought were stars are just glow-in-the-dark stickers

I would like
to write something so intelligent
you’d question your whole existence
and then some

I would like to have the ability to paint the world
as accurately as a laboratory analysis

I would like to produce beauty
But everything I produce is as painfully average as I am
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