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When all alone,
Be oxymoronic;
Focus on all,
Not alone.
We're never alone.
It's only been a few days and I'm addicted to you like heroine.

I've never tried drugs but you are my fix.

21 blocks away. You were kept from me all this time.

So close, yet out of reach. Constantly wishing for someone like you.

1,086 Miles away. I found you

How is it I found my home, while I was so far away?
1.22.17
I fell in love with your eyes
and you closed them shut.
 Jan 2017 Jaclyn Harlamert
Corvus
Some things don't end smoothly.
It's not the slow braking of a car,
A seamless transition from driving to a standstill.
Sometimes you need to slam on.
And it never happens silently,
There's always a screech or a thud or a gasp,
It takes you by surprise and it lurches you forward.
You have to hold on for dear life.
The unexpected nature of it wreaks havoc on your insides;
Butterflies are woken up from your stomach and become nausea.
You check to see if all your limbs are intact, or in fragments.
Then you do the same for your heart,
Searching to see if it went through the windshield
Or if it managed to stay held inside by your unyielding ribs,
Only ever collapsing under the strain of breaths,
Hyperventilating into an airbag.
Some things don't end smoothly.
It's not the steady sigh of relief,
It's the jagged, shaky breaths that never fully extend
In or out, and there's no calming halt afterwards,
Just a process of continuously hitting the brakes.
Old.
 Jan 2017 Jaclyn Harlamert
Hannah
When your name
grazes my lips,
I can taste the sin,
behind your
blackened heart.
This is the story
About when I was murdered
Hysterically unhappy
Stabbed me from behind
Through all the layers of dreams
I hardly felt a thing
Until each one was pierced
And burst slowly
Hissing in silent protest
A part of me seeped away
And I didn't notice it until it was gone
In its place was the most overpowering filling
Of nothingness
A deep aching emptyness
Since then I've been in search
Of arms that would wrap around
Like bandages to cover the hole
I have been playing with
The concept of morality
In my head for a while;
The guidelines in which we base
All of our actions can be properly
Placed into one of two categories.
Good and Evil.

Is the course of action ahead
For the betterment of myself
Or my society?
How does one even begin to understand
The ramifications of their decisions
And their affect on human history.

What if enlightenment is only
Another word for loneliness?
What if becoming one with your
True self is really just isolation
To an idea that we can transcend
Into something better but:

Let me remind you that evil did not exist before we did.

Even in light of current events,
We know that within each of us
Is a light that is never extinguished.
I know the times ahead may seem tough.
For my generation specifically
Because we are only now finding
Which paths to take.

We may have created evil,
But we don't have to nurture it.
We can become the balance
And remind each other that isolation
Isn't an answer.
Especially in our own selves.

I hope you take this to heart.
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