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Sabrina Oct 2012
Take it bit by bit
And remember
We will never be like this forever.
Sabrina Oct 2012
I see her.
It's like I'm looking at a black and white picture.
Her light brown hair
Is curled and pinned up.
The long white beaded dress grazes the floor.
I can see
The slight curve of her shoulder-blade
And bare arms that connect to fingers
Tracing tears on glass.
That face of hers is plastered up against a cool window pane.
She doesn't want to be her(e).
I watch as her eyes flit to the floor.
Her eyelashes look newly paved and a mile long.
She looks as if her proper place belongs in the past.
Another era, a different click of the clock.
Beauty like that these days goes unseen.
Maybe I have jumped through a mirror
And found myself displaced in time.
She presses her face back against the cold glass.
I wonder what she dreams of...
And why she feels this needless urge
To run.
Sabrina Oct 2012
I wanted to just be.
But I cannot just be,
Not while I'm here you.
Even though you rarely come around.
You slide into my door like a snake.
And for some reason
I let you back inside.
I'm crazy.
Explosions have wreaked my mind.
I must be insane
Because no normal person,
Who contains a sliver of self-confidence,
Would let you do this to them.
I want to cry, but the tears won't spring from this jail cell.
All I ever wanted was to be
And now I have to try to find that
After you.
That makes it so much harder,
Not because you were such a great lover or passionate or my world.
But because I finally realized you never did care.
I cannot calm myself.
Because my hopes of a good relationship
Is completely and utterly dashed
Thanks to all your crap.
And being, now, is just too much of a struggle for me to deal with.
Sabrina Oct 2012
Red and Green can bleed together
Short quick flashes
Of Green spark my heart
And I dive into another world.
I often think it's like a green traffic light on the fritz.
Sadly, I forget this new world
Is based on the rules made way back in reality.
I want my own little world I discovered years ago.
I want to drown myself the murky muddy puddle of it.
I have found knowledge is deadly for some.
The up lifting emotions
Soon will turn to dread.
And the green flashes will slowly turn red.
My insides itch and my feet beg my mind to trigger a switch.
Then my heart drops like cement.
This is when I decided I've had enough
And I hit delete
Until the mix of Red and Green begin to bleed together once again.
Sabrina Aug 2012
I want to shatter glass.
Slow motion.
Bullets fly.
Glass rains.
A smile breaks.
Teeth gleam.
Eyes shine.
Sabrina Aug 2012
Bad things happen in clusters
One right after another.
But good things only come one at a time.
It is like a messed up fraction,
Percentages that just cannot compete.

And the bad things linger
just as long as they can...
Grabbing onto your skin,
scraping lines in deep.
Until you can only sink
farther into the dirt.

So why do good things not linger?

Instead, they are like a warm summer breeze.
And you have to shuffle hard
away the crap.
So the good memories have a way to compete
with the mounds and mounds
Of bad.

Because that is the only way to live:
Turn this fraction on its head.
Sabrina Aug 2012
Thump.
Skip.
Thump.
Skip.
Skip.
Thump.

Pain flows through my chest.
Washing away the seconds and minutes.
Time Stops.
And the clock no longer ticks.
One more moment.
One last breath.
Lungs shrivel.
And blood freezes.
I sense her
Death.
Awaiting, Assuring, Strong.
Then the moment bursts.
A hand grenade.
A home-made bomb.
Life flashes back
And time ticks on.
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