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Saraistone Feb 2015
Appearances deceive
She starts to believe
She is as hollow as the glass is empty
                                                           ­         so parched she becomes
Quenching her thirst in unpromising promises
We accept the love we think we deserve
Or sometimes the love that presents itself at 2 am
The kind that warms the vacant spots
Until there are no more vacancies in her ravaged heart
Fools and lovers are all the same
Saraistone Feb 2015
Dream sequence engaged
And this is how it goes
Accepting all of me in your arms
Lengthy yet comforting like your gaze
I have been only
I have been lonely
And I enounter the turmoil in your mere presence
Arguing inwardly, reasons running out
Of why not and what not
Defying the definitions and avoiding titular restrictions, I only love
Love you from this perch
Where I will continue to watch you smile
And study the crinkles in your eyes
Counting my heartbeats increase
The unrequited rejection has rejected me enough
I only dream of astounding bravery
And waking next to you
I only wish with eyes closed
Moving on and moving forward
Taking a deep breath I say it out loud
In a practice round
Only a sad little secret
Only a glimmer of hope
Only me
Only you.
  Jan 2015 Saraistone
Nothing Much
I met a girl with flowers in her hair
not a crown or a clip, but cherry blossoms
they bloomed from her ears and her scalp and the hollow of her neck
she was a garden of eden

I met a girl with flowers in her hair
and roots that ran all the way down through her feet
they never held her in place
instead, they made the earth upon which she stood her home

I met a girl with flowers in her hair
who let summer sunbeams catch her eyes
as they glistened among ferny tendrils
until the autumn came
Not super proud of this one.
  Jan 2015 Saraistone
Dirk Van Houten
They may say
She burned too bright
And too quick

But really she was sick.

She had a voice
Harsh in Judgement
Quick to Sting
Never to sing.

You're not good enough

The emotions are numb.
She is drowning in air.

You're so **** DUMB.

She runs
Try to work it out
Therapy through running
and still the voice is there

Exercise
Her mom says it's an anti depressant.
It will help you
Make you feel "better"

She feels like crying out
I HAVE NOT FELT IN YEARS

The voice is still in side her

It's not the killing, its the wanting not to be alive

The voice says "you are selfish"
and then she tries to cry.

"look at the good things you have
job, education, A Loving Family
How can you end it all
It's a permanent solution


to a temporary problem"

Yes the voice inside is a monster
A villain full of hate
She woke up one day
and knew it was the date

I don't know how she did it
I don't care to know, too.
That voice she had inside her,
It lives in me too.
  Jan 2015 Saraistone
Kelly Rose
May the walls
surrounding her heart
fall

Until then...

Loneliness
is her only companion

As she pushes
everyone else away
1/18/2015
  Jan 2015 Saraistone
Chase Gagnon
Hieroglyphs on my ancient soul
foretell the end of me,
they say I'll die by my own hand
when I’ve reached god status
and every knee has knelt
before me
and I have nothing left
to achieve.
This prophecy has been written
on me for many lives
each ended by a pill,
bullet, or brilliance  —
I can feel it.  
My fingers are my slaves
who type a pyramid of words
that'll hide my body
in a maze of *****-trapped metaphors
that no thief
would ever dare explore.
So shut me away
with my mummified poetry
so the gods in the next life
will worship me.
Let me hold the empty orange bottle
like a rosary in chalky hands
folded stiff
into forced prayer.
Let me rot away
and be forgotten
while my poetic pyramids
stand for thousands of years
in the sun.
Let tourists stand under their shadows
in awe
while my bones turn slowly
to dust
somewhere deep in the chambers
of their brilliance.
Saraistone Jan 2015
Unsuspectedly it creeps
Into my brightest days
Absorbing my joys
Turning highs into lows
Silver linings morph
Into storm systems
It swallows me whole and
Regurgitates out a weak shadow
Until I become a shell
Each tear representing another lost hope
I won't answer your inquiries
Reasons why get lost in the storm
My laughter is feigned
My energy is drained
My status converts from warrior to fraud
Noir is black, and so am I
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