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 Oct 2014 Sienna Burroughs
Morgan
please be kind to people like that,
people who turn down the music
whenever it rains
because they are afraid
of how big the world is
and yet somehow comforted by
how small the sky makes them
feel when it opens up

please stay silent in the
passenger's seat as they greet
every spec of the universe
that comes quietly to their
windowsill,

be gentle as they
try to make sense
of space and time
and all the longing
...
those people are always longing

please speak softly
as they pull their knees into their
chest, just to feel closer
to themselves
because they forget
what the backs of their wrists
feel like sometimes
& that alarms them

please don't laugh
when they stare at their feet,
wondering how many miles
they've used up
and how many miles
they have left

please be kind to people like that
I love that my little satellite

Orbits around my head

Spinning through my emotions

Where nothing needs be said

Brings to me the moon and stars

On which to make my bed

My funny little satellite

That orbits around my head
 Oct 2014 Sienna Burroughs
kenye
Seduced
by the
school
shooter
singing
siren
songs
of
shotgun
blows
to the heart beat 
of the wet American dream.

It's the human interest
horror allegory
The hero doesn't even get
15 minutes

But the shadow has
got a gun fetish
Counting bullets as 
They're counting blessings,
numbered 1-27
3x his pump action 

Light 'em up
***** 'em out 

Some head-sick self-entitled 
monster in a mask
on a mission of mass destruction
Cashed in on their
little tax deductions

The most sacred snuffed out
before the light could become them

It's the darkness that dominates
As the dragon *******
Witch inside
The mind
displacing emotions
away from the art of 
living 
loving 
and losing

You're the submissive
Ascend the divine madness
or find yourself in shackles
in the machinery. 

Humming
hypnotizing
hymns 
of conformity 

Another one's lost his mind
Descended
And the scapegoat 
is mental illness

We all know, 
The media is the medium
is the message
The subliminal secret passage
to the shared skewed subconscious
Planting ideas of bloodshed
Like evidence in the 
Bodies of specific demographics 

Demonize
Pack the prisons

Capitalize
And cut the blood losses

Here we are now
Hopeless
It makes for great entertainment
I like to write something scarier than fiction this time of the season. A couple elements I pastiche'd here was from the show "American Horror Story" and the glamorization of the villain in the media.
Quite astounding
Actually
Behind eyes
Beyond perception
The seeds of darkness
Flourish

Nurtured in
Regrettable
Resentful
Irreversible
Fates

Sometimes it's hard
To see in the dark...
Traveler Tim
re to 12-17
I want to drown in an ocean of every long embrace and kiss we've shared

And dry myself in that look in your eyes that makes me melt
 Aug 2014 Sienna Burroughs
washy
she was charming like a couple of adorable synonyms in a sentence,
yet so obscure like a quiet full-stop at the end of paragraph.
I keep wondering, about how long will I love you.
Write with me a thing of beauty
For everyone to see
To gaze upon our very souls
Together, you and me
Words that dance upon the heart
Like a feather on the skin
Feelings painted honestly
In hues from deep within
Write with me a thing so lovely
That everyone will know
The purest of emotions
In two hearts at once betrothed
81214
He asked me what bothered me at night?
I told him I was haunted by nightmares.
He held me in his arms and said "It'll be alright,
I am here to make them all disappear."




*Last night I had a nightmare again
And your face was all I saw darling.
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