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 Feb 2016 Sophie Hartl
BB Tyler
Echo
 Feb 2016 Sophie Hartl
BB Tyler
Becoming a room,
becoming a hallway,
becoming the scope beyond a door,
widening into sky.

Our breath, every moment,
like water in every direction,
and then space.
Oh darling,

listen to me.


You are nowhere near perfect.

But I'll let you in on one secret.


You don't have to be.
Addiction
Has many faces:
Drugs
Alcohol
***
Food

All of these things
Are so hard to lose
But the one that I
Can't seem to set aside,
It is written on my skin
No place for it to hide
Any time I use it, I abuse it
Anything I can get my Hands on
Is good enough for me
A knife
A needle
A safety pin
A box cutter
Something
Anything
To break open my skin
So when it heals, upon my arms
Is an inescapable sin
Will I ever be whole again?
The pain I feel is so addicting,
I won't pretend

It's not that I am sad
I just want to bleed
I am not depressed
For, I don't feel anything
I just want to hurt
Or learn what connective tissue
Looks like when it's stained red
I don't want anybody
To try to fix me
I'm already dead
 Feb 2016 Sophie Hartl
Alaska
She
 Feb 2016 Sophie Hartl
Alaska
She
She hopes and prays that one day she'll leave this town and leave her past behind. She wants to forget, but she can't. She tries and tries but nothing seems to work, so she cries herself to sleep each night. All her friends think she's alright, but that's just an act she puts on. She feels all alone, depressed and doesn't know what to do with herself anymore.  She doesn't tell anyone her problems because she realized no one cares. She sometimes is suicidal and thinks the blade helps. Music is her only friend and helps her get through her constant anxiety attacks. She's insecure but can't help it. She wants to end it all, but she knows she'll go to hell.
 Feb 2016 Sophie Hartl
JL
We met beneath the mushroom
And drank dew drops from great-
grandfather's horn. Drunk we swoon
Lips of purple berry parted.

We lie on the warm belly of a hare
And it's heart like a kettle drum
Fills us to the brim with joy
Sunset and moonrise
**** we swim in a puddle
Laughing pale as newborn babes

I oft' recall the music of that laughter
When I am alone, but I am old now
And you have long since become stone
First you need friendship,
Then add a pinch of attraction,
And a dash of late nights and,
Glances that last to long.
Don't forget the ****** tension,
You'll need a lot of that,
Butterflies and quick heart beats.
Add nerves and hope filled dreams,
Laughter is next,
Along with too big t-shirts,
And warm blankets.
Touches that you liked to much,
And goodbye hugs,
Then add some strength,
And shared interests.
Now let that all simmer and stew,
And watch true love grow.
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