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D A W N  May 2018
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D A W N May 2018
i remember the way your hair shined through the sunny day
studying the way your eyes flutter every time you stutter
the words you cant say
i remember how pleasing your voice was beneath my ears
i remember being with you
washed away my fears
do you remember the days where we used to lay in the shade?
forming figures in the clouds
having long conversations for hours
nights where we stayed up late
getting into stupid debates about who's right or wrong,
picking out the right song to play over and over again.
remember how we fought over stupid stuff?
and even though times get rough, we'd just laugh it all up
do you remember when we met in September?
in english class where the hours didn't last
and that's where it happened so fast
creating memories that we thought would remain
but all we created
was pain
and that was the last day i saw you.
sitting on the bench
with another girl
my heart clenched
cheeks tear-drenched
my pride craving for revenge.
listen darling,
i just want you to remember
from the beginning of september
remember the long-lasting splendor
the last moments of us being together
because i remembered
and dare i keep it in my heart forever.
first poem i wrote way back 2016
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
in Jesus
the Christ
there is
i know,
for my
and even,
i believe,
for him
who still
waves it
"'Come now, let us settle the matter,' says the LORD. 'Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.'"
~ Isaiah 1:18

flower child  Feb 2018
flower child Feb 2018
Perfect hair falling beside perfect cheeks
Being skinny with the perfect physique       
Starving yourself till the hunger is seen in your eyes                                                             ­                 
But all of it is one messed up lie
We tear ourselves apart for this impossible thing only made in imagination                                              
Trying to become a copy of a bland production of insane addiction
Matt Shaw  Aug 2016
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Matt Shaw Aug 2016
i heard this kid screaming and cussing the other day while eating lunch in the kitchen
through the window he goes on from his bike
about how i need to loosen up and this and that
and i thought
what a handsome young man
how very fine he is
a true performer
i was just ... not well at the time


some guy: come on!!
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