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You told me that if you drink
before 10 A.M. you were a pirate
not an alcoholic.
But pirates don’t drive,
they sail.
They smoothly sail.
And as the Captain,
abiding by the code,
you went down with your ship
but then again,
you washed up in a jail cell.

© Matthew Harlovic

i want to take the bits of you i love
and press them like flowers
between the pages of my favorite book

and i want to take all the scraps
that you dislike in yourself
and display them on my refrigerator
to show you i’m still proud
of the person you are
and the person you are becoming

but most of all, i want to spin you like a globe
and drag my finger across till it stops
to discover the pieces of you
that you’ve yet to reveal to anyone else

i want to wrap them up in linen
and place them in an old cigar box,
i’d tuck it away safely
in the top drawer of my bedside table,
so you know i’ll never let
those pieces of you go

because when you share
hidden parts of yourself
with someone else,
you’re trusting that person
to hold the secret sections
of your heart
and to love the bits
you thought
were unlovable

if you are the sun,
i am the moon.

you are spring afternoons
wrapped in sunshine and birdsong.

i am crisp autumn evenings
cinnamon scented and starlit.

you are a swimming pool
on the hottest day of the year
that appears cool at first glance
but smothers with its heat.

i am crinkled red, orange, and brown;
drifting with the breeze.
i am melting ice with tiny air bubbles trapped inside
releasing frigid air in tiny bursts.

The tears that fell on that day
Mountain of ash
Sky of smoke
Grey

The ones who were lost
The ones who lost them
Even the stars cry
Black

Hatred
Hurt
Sadness
Fear
Confusion
A world of emotion

But every action has an equal and
Opposite reaction

Hatred turned to empathy
Sadness turned to hope
Through fear many showed courage
Bravery
Confusion became acceptance

And though the deepness of hurt
Could never be lightened
Defiance
Refusal to give victory emerged
Through the ashes

What was meant to tear us apart
Worked...at first
Until it bound is together tighter than before

Always remember
Courage
Sacrifice
Love
Kindness
That is what this day is about.

"Help," she tries
but her tears drown the sound
of a little girl so desperately bound
by the things this world will never know
her smile and laugh is all she'll show.

Look past it then, and you'll see the pain,
of a little girl trying in vain.
Won't anyone see? Won't they care?
Will anyone even try to dare?

"Help," she starts...but quiets down...
for she is lost...and they are found.

Why do you teach me of wonderful things and then place me in a box ?

Why do you see my dreams and ****** them away?

Why do you see my imagination and tell me to quiet it?

Why do you tell me I should not believe in that which I cannot see?

What is so wrong with belief in beautiful things?

What is wrong about wanting them to be true?

I do not understand the thinking of this world.