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avery Nov 2016
What power does a moment have?
If it is forever trapped in time?
I'm broken, I'm tired
A snapshot burns, stuck in my mind

Mondays were never my favorite days
mundane minutes go by under the dreary rain landscape
A simple message can change it all
What goes up is doomed to fall

Shots fired, what's going on?
Screams tear out, as if they're the beat to a song
A haunting melody drifting in out of dreams
Breaking every human that's stuck on the scene

So close yet so far away
A million texts coming through with every breath I take
"A knife, they say"
"A shooter has been spotted"
"Bomb squad is on its way"
Stabbings, slicing, bones in the fray
Fevers pulsing, hearts convulsing, what has been seen?

- - - - - - -
need to shut my brain off just so I can think
- - - - - - -

Run!
Oh where do I go?
Stuck inside a movie theater as chaos
rings out, steps away from home

Hide!
Oh do I have the time?
Each second feels like
another lost life

Fight!
But do I have the strength?
This isn't a nightmare
this is reality.
So yesterday there was a violent attack on the college campus that I study at. Thankfully, none of the victims' wounds are fatal; this is an attempt to categorize and verbalize my feelings towards the frightening event.
avery Nov 2016
We
were
so
close
to
our
first
female
U.S.
president

Yet
here
we
are
now.
Depression, election, sadness, feminism, tired, anxiety
avery Nov 2016
Music moves through my body
Like I move through time
Day in day out
Moving through life
Seeing the sunlight
Drown me in rays
Tell me, honey,
Am I a part of your days?

If dancing makes me tired
Then I wanna dance all the time
Accent my nights with the skip of a step
And the stomp of beat
Tell me honey,
Am I a part of your dreams?
This is a poem that is about having peace with your body and your being. The "Am I a part of your days/dreams?" part does not explicitly refer to another person. I mean it more in the way, that I'm going to keep dancing, keep moving through time. I should always remind myself to put myself and my dreams first when it comes to my happiness.
avery Oct 2016
when i laugh
it's not because the
sadness no longer exists
i've just gotten better
at masking the pain
avery Oct 2016
what am i supposed to look for
your face or the door
what goes past the rooms unseen
is it the truth or something in-between

i want this house to flood one day
but i dread the sense of drowning
so if the truth pulls me closer
to the edge of the abyss
then let me jump off
for death is a bliss
hey-o. i was thinking about how when you're in a relationship with someone, sometimes you do not want to know the truth. to stay blissfully unaware is to create the sense of security. hope you enjoy.
avery Oct 2016
Everything I see feels like the past
The lines in your face remind me of
your youth. Simple times
filled with hopes and joys and
dreams that were still worth reaching
Now, the dust has settled and the day
has come when the future
becomes the past and
your soul turns to stone.
avery Oct 2016
i was a disease
and you were a symptom
chipping at my edges
promise that this is
the end
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