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 Jun 2014 Nebraska Sinclair
Lyla
We crawl into a book,
slipping in between print,
wrapping ourselves up in the comforting words.
It sits there waiting,
to invite us to its world,
sad dust collects when untouched.
Beauty in the creators imagination,
thought provoking, sad, happy -
emotions created by print on a page.
The smell of earth and must.
An exciting adventure to happen,
or an old and reliable friend.
She laid upon the sand
The waves closer every inch
The waves crashed against her hand
She didn't move or even flinch

She laid there with her eyes held tight
The waves crashed against her chest
Its like she didn't even want to fight
What was the point she'd tried her best

She opened her mouth as though to scream
But the waves had taken all of the sand
The sea from above seemed to gleam
This all started because someone elses hand

From the moment she laid upon that sand
She was no longer a member of the land
That sometimes
words are not enough.

Most of the time, actually.

Because people need reassurance, always.
And not just the ordinary kind
of reassurance.

It must be the kind that is certain,
that is constant
that never falters.

The kind that is strong enough to weather life's series
of resonant, unending storms.

It should be the kind
that people can hold on to, always.
Most especially in moments
when every bone inside them begins to shatter.
I trust your feeling well today
I'm rather worried about you
I want to reach out but I don't know what I'd say
It makes me so sad to know your feeling blue
This isn't what I wanted
I never wanted this
Thanks to you, I'm feeling rather haunted
but I'm not sure if its you I miss
Your there even if your not there
How is that even possible
Its rather unfair
These thoughts are intolerable
I hate you, I love you
I think I'd much rather have the flu
 Nov 2013 Nebraska Sinclair
mûre
Do you weigh 50 milligrams of intimacy
with the pros and cons of an Advil?
Do I NEED one? Pain happens for a reason, right?

Though, it would be nice to forget for an hour.

Until of course, you think about it again.
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