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 Nov 2016 N
bee
the fire you built
to keep us warm
is burning me to death.
 Oct 2016 N
Poetria
Variations
 Oct 2016 N
Poetria
An ashtray for dead cigarettes,
A trashcan for their waste.
I'll colour my canvas, paint it again
But it always dries the same.
Here I am again, craving change.
 Oct 2016 N
Deanna
lists of lies told to our parents
hide the cigarettes hide the smell breathing **** rips out the window
check the hall check the smell we're doing well
you never introduce your parents to the friend that is always high
the friend that betrays the lie
by not bothering to conceal
the misery in their eyes
straight for a weekend straight for a dinner happy for a phone call
we do this to ourselves under pressures from every direction
some will decay inwards implosion
while the others will be building
swirling expanding explosion
something and nothing are in constant balance
who is responsible who are you disappointing
what is the worst thing that could happen
if you admitted you weren't doing okay
do you honestly think your parents will stop loving you
if you tell them your friends smoke ***
**** this species
written during the Fall of 2015, with some edits now
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