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R W Sep 2013
Me.
I'm from sawdust and spackle,
Nails and hammers and wood stain.
I am from watching my dad
Building
And creating.
I'm from Legos, building
Alongside my dad.

I'm from reading,
Harry Potter and Eragon
And Goosebumps.
I'm from books,
Piles,
Covering the TV.

I am from music,
Practicing and rehearsing and dancing.
I am from the sing-song of strings
And the plinking of the keys.
I am from the rhythms in my veins.
From following in
My sister's
Footsteps.

I am from me.
R W Sep 2013
My mind has a library
It likes to read from.
Unfortunately,
It doesn't have a steady style.
For instance,
One day
It'll read a comedy.
The next,
It'll be a tragedy.
Next,
A horror.
But, I don't put up much of a fuss;
I don't try to change its mind.
I don't try to make it
Put down the tragedy
And pick up a heart-warming story.
It gets angry if I do that.
But, still,
It can never make up its mind,
Constantly switching books,
Getting me all confused.
R W Sep 2013
Remember the time
I thought I liked you
But it only lasted a week.
Remember the time
I cursed for the first time;
And it was at you.

Remember the time
I liked you for an entire year
And obsessed over you.
Remember the time
You teased me everyday.

Remember the time
We used to take piano from the same woman
And I saw you at a lesson one day.
Remember the time
You told me about the night
The black thing came to you,
Up your arm.

Remember the time
We spent backstage
Goofing off.
Remember the time
I wrote about how much I hated you
In my diary,
Everyday.

Remember the time
I dated your best friend
And you were the obligatory third wheel.
Remember the time
You threatened to punch me
Because I made fun of the girl you liked.

Remember the time
We spent during choir practice
Looking at squirrels through the window.
Remember the time
You told me
"I don't care what homeroom I have,
As long as you're not in it."

Remember the time
The stinkbug kept following your shoes
In Spanish class.
Remember the time
You threw a pinecone at me
Because I deserved it.

Remember the time
We sat together in all our classes.
Remember the time
I dreamed about you
Dying
In my front room.

Remember the time
We Skyped for three hours.
Remember the time
I beat you up
Because I was angry.

Remember the time
My two best friends started dating
Because you finally got up the courage and asked her.
Remember the time
You told me you wanted to break up with her.

Remember the time
You stole my Sharpies
Until I asked him out.
Remember the time
You broke up with her
And avoided me for a week.

Remember the time
We spent after school,
Studying for Spanish.
Remember the time
I was scared of you
But walked with you,
In silence.

Remember the time
You had a rave in class
And asked me to tape it.
Remember the time
I cut myself
And you got mad at me
And we spoke even less.

Remember the time
The algebra teacher threatened to separate us
Because we talked too much in class.
Remember the time
I messaged you
And messaged you
And you wouldn't answer.

Remember the time
You and your mum invited me to dinner.
Remember the time
I saw you for the first time
In two months
And, despite the same clothes
And hair,
You looked like a stranger.

Remember the time
You asked him out for me.
Remember the time
We Skyped for five minutes
And had nothing to say.

Remember the time
You held my hand all period
Because you were cold.
Remember the time
You told me you were insane
And we couldn't be like we used to.

Remember the time
You told me not to worry,
That we were still the same, relationship-wise.

Remember the time
You told me not to cry
But I did.

Remember the time
You held me while I sobbed,
The first time you'd ever seen me cry.

Remember the time
You assured me you'd be fine.

Remember the time
I shook while you held my hands.

Remember the time
You hugged me after class,
A week later
And I nearly cried of happiness.

Remember the times.

Do you remember the times?
Because it seems all I'm doing these days
Is remembering you.
To Austin. I miss you, bro.
R W Sep 2013
-1928-
There are whispers,
Whispers of something coming.
A time with no money.
Maybe it's just some
Panic.
I wonder what they'll do,
Without money.
It's all they talk about.
What'll they do,
If it's gone?


-1932-
They've gone.
No one has been  here for years.
I guess it was true,
What they said
About the money.
There'd been some talk
For a while.
But this time,
It was
Real.
They ran out of money,
Or, maybe someone took it.
Either way,
They couldn't save me.







*Meaning: This is told from the point of view of a house during the Great Depression. The family he is housing has been hit by the Great Crash, and have been foreclosed out of their house--him. The beginning (1928) starts the year before the stock market crash, and the end takes place a few years into the Depression (1932).
R W Aug 2013
Remember that time I called you an *******?
I'm sorry.
You did nothing wrong,
Except like her
When you loved me.
I'm sorry,
Just,
Why can't you love me?
Please,
That's all I ask of you,
To love me.
I'll do anything.
I don't want to be
Desperate,
But, really,
I can't be anything else.
I just want you to
Love me,
Love me
Like before.
Because,
I still do.
I still love you.
All the **** you put me through,
And I still love you.
You can't see how wonderful I am?
I don't have to,
Don't have to stay
And defend you
To everyone.
But,
I just crave you.
Your love,
Despite your ****.
But, I guess that's
Madness.
To James.
R W Aug 2013
I miss you,
*******,
With my whole being.
You make me so
SCARED.
Scared to think that
I can be happy.
I'm having a great time,
Flirting with him,
But then I think
"****, I'm leading him on.
I can't do this.
I'm ruining this."
So, *******.
You ******* *******,
Who stole my heart
And returned it,
Shattered,
In a million pieces,
And no intention to fix me.
Oh, and by the way?
I **** at sewing.
To James.
R W Aug 2013
My wrist shakes
As my blade nears.
Should I?
Yes.

The jagged edge of the glass
Pulls my skin open,
Opening a hole for all the
Ghosts
To enter.

Ghosts that smile,
Ghosts that laugh,
Ghosts that cry,
Ghosts that are frightened.
Ghosts that sting
As the glass draws my blood
To the surface.

And I look at the red
And cry.
I cry
For all the times
I wanted to do this
And didn't.
I cry
For all the times
I promised myself
I wouldn't.
And now,
I have.
Who can I trust,
When I can't even keep
Promises
To myself?

And what,
What
Will I do
When I can no longer
Keep
The biggest
Promise
I've ever made to
Myself?
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