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My brain has been torn apart
Crumpled together
And smeared across the billboards of my timeline
My heart shredded and trampled on
My body has seen torments and tortures
That parents fear and
Don’t understand the possibility.
I was told it was my fault.
Every action had its cause.
Every act of terror had its reason.
Me.

But it was never my fault.

I wasn’t the reason I hated this thigh,
Or this skin
Or these bones.
Or this brain
This way of thinking.

Nothing was ever wrong with me.

1d lizie

snow on pine

1d lizie

Grace

snow on pine

come into me, like a snowflake on the pine
and I'll infuse my sappy kisses on your eyelids, love
and you'll become an emerald song in the wind

or crash into me like an icy wave in mid-November
and run your fingers between the spaces of rock on the breakwater,
chilling the birds.

Tumble into the fabric of my arms. Embroider your love into my skin.

1d lizie

birthday

1d lizie

ivan

birthday

do you remember?
way back?
when you smiled
when you were happy,
my dear, when you were happy.

where did you go?

you were born this day

you opened your eyes this day

you should be proud

come back

come back

happy birthday.

5th of December

2d lizie

Lie

2d lizie

Liana

Lie

I'm not hurt
Because of what you did

I'm hurt
Because you didn't tell me

(this note was written by an air conditioner outside in the cold park where there's a kid who refuses to wear mittens)

2d lizie

Scrapbook Poem #19

2d lizie

Abbott J Hardison

Scrapbook Poem #19

Someday,
I'd like to,
Write,
A poem where,
Every,
Line is written,
By,
A different poet.

I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.

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