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 May 2015 Life
glassea
post mortem
 May 2015 Life
glassea
the living are dying.

maybe that means
the dead are living.
 Apr 2015 Life
Lily McLaughlin
Denial is fun, it keeps most of us away from the gun ,far from the ledge, and clear of the knife.
Denial kills us, it drains the soul once we realize we truly are not whole.
It lies to us in the ugliest way then expects us to stay when we realize the error of our ways. It fights the idea of morality and laughs at ones pain.
It's main goal is drive the heart of the lost insane.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-
 Apr 2015 Life
Molly
Crouched in a bath
in a house in my hometown.
5AM and the moon's out.
Kevin hands me a rolled up bank note,
and tells me I'm innocent
all in one breath.

There's blood on my hands,
rolling down my wrist.
Big, fat, poppy teardrops
blooming like the cherry trees
in my university.
Home is a funny thing.

I'm not a cool kid.
Just a drugged up, loved up,
half pretty girl with a good brain.
Mad
after the wrong people
in love with every
broken soul.

I'm just chasing dreams
and welded differentials,
the car turns and screams.
One hand on the steering wheel
and one on my thigh -
can't you just need me for a weekend?
Can't you just
sigh your little promises
and chew my ear?
 Apr 2015 Life
glassea
the flip side
 Apr 2015 Life
glassea
twenty-four hours spent on you,
and i think i'm done mourning
the one thing we never had.
 Apr 2015 Life
glassea
pele (ii)
 Apr 2015 Life
glassea
her eyes hold thunder
and her blood is magma.

what matters love
to a goddess of death?
 Apr 2015 Life
glassea
this is a love story told in metaphors,
because words can’t say how gravity
pulls on planets and suns and stars,
but they’ll be gone before they touch.

this is a love story told in metaphors.
giving voice to drowning in an ocean
of red will never be possible – despite
our myths of old, we’re only human.

this is a love story told in metaphors:
we are of fire and ice, forever apart;
of twilight, when night and day strain
for each other but always fall short;
of science, faith, and all in between;
of concepts of “peace” and “human”;
of two things that shall never coexist.

this is a love story told in metaphors
because i do not know why i am still
reaching for you when we’ll always be
stopped by something greater than us.

we are a love story told in metaphors.
outside of words, our souls will surely
explode.
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