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 Mar 2016 rattletaptap
ash
19;
 Mar 2016 rattletaptap
ash
19;
in the corner of my kitchen ceiling drapes
ribbons of  "happy birthday" in bright colorful letters and light yellow balloons.
the stench of two-day old laughter remains
long after I am too busy to clean it up.
19.
two decades passing me by already?
i ask myself as i lay on another recliner
in another house in another state on another year. instability never changed.
but this year, i am another person.
19.
i want to help the trees grow; i want to sing
to the flowers and heal the animals.
i want to develop a companionship with
every stone and gem and i want my friends
to listen when i weep for mother nature.
19.
i'd like to be better by the age 20.
i want my body to stop punishing me
for the horror i've put it through all my life
and i want it to instead be able to thank me
for restoring it and loving myself entirely.
19.
people cannot be changed, but influenced.
i've been influenced by being punished
for the horror i've forced my Earth to endure.
i've seen with my own eyes how little
anyone cares, and how little i've done to teach them.
19.
this will be my age of enlightenment
and my time to retreat from pop culture
as it has affected me once before
and I am highly susceptible to illness.
it is time to fulfill my purpose as a healer
in this world
19.
 Mar 2016 rattletaptap
smallhands
would you spare her the tears? (you drank too much)
what would she think? (you disappeared too much)
what would she write? (you said too much)

-c.j.
You taste like
tornado broken shards of glass,
which is to say, blood.
For that is all I taste
when consuming the crackling
pieces of lost hopes and homes.
I wrote this with a fever as apparently I have nothing better to do when delirious from some illness.
As night descends upon my world
I lay awake huddled in my bed
And my demons awake and start to play

Their poisons seeping through my veins
Their icy grip clawing through my mind

My eyes their telescope to the outside world
Weaving their dark magic and changing it to their own delusional perception

My ears their static filled radio
Catching only the darkest of
words

Their cruel voices whisper in my mind
Telling me the truths i knew in my heart all along

Their inky web holding me tight
As i cry into the starless night
Holding me promising me to never let me go.

But as the morning rays appear they scatter back into the depths
But not before they kiss me goodbye
With plans for the next sleepless time.
Remember our promise

If you jump
I jump

But what happens

If I jump

Do you jump too?


Or do you get on
The nearest life boat
And leave me here to drown
All alone in this vast ocean
(This poem was inspired by two things.
One is the wuote "You Jump I Jump" from the movie titanic
The other was the promise my ex promised me when we saw the movie. He said that he would never give up on me me that he would follow me to the ends of the earth. Basically that if i jump he jumped...... He broke his promise)
 Mar 2016 rattletaptap
Matt
Hello Goodbye

Blah Blah Blah Blah

I live here

Stop saying "Hello" to me

And go away

Idiots
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