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Despair has been my only friend
She visits me again and again
This relationship we have
Has to come to an end
I’m tired and worn
“I’ll make her go away”, this I have sworn
But she is so real
So close and familiar
Without her, how will I survive?
I don’t know, but it’s time to say goodbye
art
maybe one of these days,
i'll write a poem simply looking at you.
and it will belong on the walls of art museums
because baby,
you are art
and yes, it makes me feel something.
(s.j.b)
I'm not going to tell you there is no God.
But, I AM going to let you in on a little secret.
God believes in the faithful.
God stopped believing in me,
the exact moment I stopped believing in him.
I was 6 years old.
Nobody told me much about God.
just to pray every night
and thank him for what you have got.
I called out for him to make it okay again,
and he returned my calls with silence and dialtones.
I wish I knew then
what I know now.
God is not a wish granting factory.
I wish someone had told me sooner
We roll back and forth
From side to side
Looks so needy
Grips so tight

Unbuttoned shirt, ripped dress
Will soon end up on the ground
With all the rest
The gentle touch or the hard hand

The screams for god
The squeeking bed
This night, I may never forget
 Jan 2015 Sierra Scanlan
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i'm in love with words,
but afraid of voices.
silence is both beautiful
and terrifying,
because thoughts just
never seem to sleep.
no one seems
to really understand,
because although
these voices
never stop talking,
the words themselves
are often too
quiet to speak.
Every moment
I wish
To be mine

They slip away
From my finger
Tips

Like

Water drops
From
Dark clouds

Like

Lightening
From
Two unlike
Clouds

It's fractional

I don't even have
Time to analyse

They are fast

They run fast
Moments

They are not for me

Everytime

They no how to
Escape
I think I have never been so exalted
As I am now by you,
O frost bitten blossoms,
That are unfolding your wings
From out the envious black branches.

Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine
The twigs conspire against you
Hear them!
They hold you from behind

You shall not take wing
Except wing by wing, brokenly,
And yet—
Even they
Shall not endure for ever.
 Jan 2015 Sierra Scanlan
mrs kite
i only ask questions

i never get them

because i am the needed,
not the wanted
i fell in love with the way your eyes stared at my imperfections and how you told me they reminded you of your favorite place to be
I want the kind of love
That's quiet

Quiet like tea and a blanket in the morning

I want a love that's soft
That's honest and deep and true
That's always there

Love that's not for show
Or for power
But love simply because love is felt

I want a love that accepts and encourages
I want a love that embodies peace
Love is groovy
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