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two minutes past 3:30 PM,
work in an hour. browsing
the internet I discover two of
my best friends have erased me
from their virtual lives like toxic
badfumes. they are somewhere
else in their flaming skulls and I
am somehow made a target of
convenience. I sliver between 'they're
-bad-friends' and 'they're-troubled-friends'
and wait for a reason to come by facebook
message explaining their choice-disappearance.
it's like a battering-ram to the skull, but it does
not hurt me so much as it makes me wonder:

**who do they think I've become?
and who are they now?
i claimed to love you, but
                                                                 i fought you off when you
                                                                          came for me; when
                                                             you came to make me like
                                                                                                      you.


                                                                                   [it wasn't good
                                                                                             enough.]


                                                                       now i am exactly like
                                                          you are, (your blood polutes
                                                                         mine)
and it makes
                                                                                      me feel sick.

i wish i could say the same
for the blood on
my tongue.
i think i was kinda feeling a vampirish vibe with this one. maybe bc my friends were talking about them. i dunno. sixth grade me would love this, though.
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
paper boats
When I met tragedy
She was beautiful
Like bleeding wrists
And dead daydreams

When I met tragedy
I fell in love
Her watery eyes
Her blue lips

But Soon,
She faded,
A sinking ship
A full moon
A rose's thorns in bloom

Gone was my apathy
...When I met tragedy...
If not for tragedy's sacrifice............how would you know what happiness is?
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
Amanda M
#2
 Jul 2014 jude rigor
Amanda M
#2
perfection is defined as
       being free of all flaws and
  abnormalities.
but i would beg to differ

some people might
     bottle up your imperfections and
          your beauties and
     create their own concoctions,
but i have never felt the need to
do something like that.

your beauties are your
         imperfections,
     sweetheart.
you radiated more than
the sun, and shone
brighter than the moon
on a cloudless night, and
for some
reason you decided
that i was
worth your time.

i spent nights wondering
why you even
gave me the time
of day and
i still don't know
the answer
to that, but
i'm happy that
you did because you
are possibly the
best thing to
ever happen to me.
i posted this on wp and i kinda liked it so here
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