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Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

question I

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Katie

why would you play a game with no instructions
why would you love a girl made of porcelain
why is it easy for me to take off my clothes
for a boy who never cared
but so hard to tear down my walls
for a boy who might
why is it so hard for me to say that i love the way you tap your feet
but so easy for me to say how scared I am that you might hurt me
why do i keep seeing shadows on the wall
shadows of a young girl running across the grass;
not because she's happy
but because she's being chased
why do benevolence and malevolence sound so different when i'm all alone
but sound the same when i'm being held in someones arms
john keats wrote something about joy and pain being equally blinding
why can i relate to those words
more than i can relate to other people

will someone please tell me

#love #sad #pain #happy #hurt #youth

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

summer

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Katie

summer

you were never supposed to be the 'you' in my poems
but you are right now
that spot was always reserved for another boy
but both of you took a piece of me with you on the fifth of January
you both kissed me when i was too afraid to lean in
you both left me when i finally did
i always thought you were the color red
with the morals of summer
but you're really the rip in my tights
and the sound of crashing airplanes
i'm terrified of you
the way you always leave like it's nothing
i know you'd like me if i cried less
that makes me want to cry more
you're too happy and carefree to understand why i'm writing this
and i wouldn't want you any other way

#love

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

a mass of emotions

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Katie

a mass of emotions

how come the sound of the record player changes every time there's a new boy?

i built our silhouette by hand
the one with the boy and the girl against shadows of the city
but why couldn't i have built us something better?

so many spaces were left unfilled because i couldn't stand to see my hands bleed again

why does the sound of the record player change but my voice still won't stop shaking

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

words

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Katie

words

tomorrow, loving promises are forgotten
taking these moments in our hands and burning them like paper

i heard the sound of a storm that hasn't happened yet

broke women and their wild lovers
lost men and their good souls
maybe home is really the space between two holding hands

oh, but by the end of the evening your spirit will die,
your eyelids will become restless,
and you'll steer straight into the edge of sin
you'll be bitter and you'll blame the dawn and the gold bodies of people bound by the same impossible struggles

#love #life #pain #happiness #joy #existence

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Perfect Day

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Brendan Thomas

Perfect Day

Lying in the cool,flowing, overgrown grass
Bright,blue skies above you
A warm,fragant breeze flows over you,as if,
Someone is pulling the softest silk sheet across your body
Yet never quite touching you
Renewing you,as if you've slumbered for a thousand years

Clouds passing overhead
Imagination showing you figures and shapes,dreams and hopes
You've forgotten the worries of your previous life
To find a new life,now realizing,finally,
What life is meant to be

A lone ray of sunlight passes over you
As if to comfort,as a blanket might warm you on a cool night
You finally leave,a different person
With memories of your perfect day.

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

She cannot play.

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Kasey

She cannot play.

She just can't play with words anymore.
Everything is coated in a dreary layer of tired eyes and nostalgia.
Every word typed for a different person under a different name
For a different rhyme or reason.
There's no more feeling coming from those fingertips that once felt
The skin of someone not there. The sun when it wasn't shining.
The wind when it refused to howl.
There's only reality.

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

avoidable deaths

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Akemi

avoidable deaths

Am I losing hold?
In a hurricane thought storm
Little deaths on the television
Remind me of my inactions

Said I’d even myself
Out, after giving into self
Doubt. Unstable, leaning toward self
Harm, while the world tumbles itself
Round

Bitter at my own lack
Feel the fire dying in my breath
While the world
Burns and breaks and blisters in a growing wreck

Did my stutter break another heart?
Did my whisper **** that child?
Too quiet for him to hear the reason
I searched for myself, at sixteen

Is every stilted thought, wasted potential / opportunity
To better myself, better the world,
And every person I'll ever meet?

I will not let
Hesitation
Separate
Soul from body
Ever again

I am not lifeless
I am not cruel
I will not be a bystander
I swear

I am not lifeless
I am not cruel
I will not be a bystander
I swear
Ever again

10:35pm, March 12th 2014

1) I've been marred by hesitation. Fear. I've let opportunities slip past, friends drift away, feelings die.
I need to be fearless, not just for my own wellbeing, but for the wellbeing of others. There are so many people in need, physically and emotionally. I want to help people. I never want to see another friend die, lose themselves to substance, depression. I want to know I've helped people in countries other than my own as well.

2) I've been feeling increasingly disheartened about my own future. Stupid, selfish, self-entitled thoughts.
Some people don't have the luxuries we do. They aren't frozen by indecision. They don't think about how inane 40 hour weeks would be. They have to work to live. They might never realise their full potentials because they'll never be offered a place where their passions can flourish. I have these opportunities, and I swear I will use them to reach others who are not so fortunate.

I will make the world a better place.

#doubt #potential #waste #opportunity #indecision #hesitation #inactivity

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Like Father, Like Son

Mar 2014 meme abdulaziz

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Like Father, Like Son

They stand in a station,
waiting for the train to leave.
Her husband leans out the door,
she gets down on one knee.

As the train begins to depart,
his son asks, "where's daddy going?".
Mother looks at the boy, as tears slowly fall,
"fathers fighting the fight that's ongoing".

Years pass by,
the boy grows older waiting for his dad.
Mother sits in her room,
looking at pictures of what she had.

The boy walks in the room,
asks, "Mother, why do you cry?".
She turns to him, wipes the tears from her face,
you're father, my son, has died.

Years pass by,
mother sit in a cold train station.
She hold in her hands, a book,
as she reads a section called Revelations.

She hears her name called,
as the train begins to push forward in the dead of night.
She looks up as tears fall from he aged eyes,
her son is leaving to fight the ongoing fight.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio