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I hadn't thought about you in such a long time, but today
I saw your name, staring me in the face at the grocery store, cool and suave and confident the way I remember it, I saw you,
standing next to me, staring at the stars, making one of your overused comments about the moon in my hair or the stardust in my eyes, I picked delicate pink flowers from the bush by the science lab, you put them in your pocket, took the picture to memory when your phone camera failed to find me in the dark that night we had to sneak past the library so they wouldn't know
so many things I didn't like about you were thrown into the shadow by your witty personality and adoration of my mind
I called you one night to tell you my mind had changed when it came to the idea of you and I
I could hear you breaking on the other end, that's when something inside of me cracked, but didn't break, not completely, not really
it ended so quickly, left me in a stupor of guilt and regret
I saw you not long after, I wanted to run from you or thank you for saving my life or ignore you completely or hug you the way I used to
but I just kept driving
and that was that
until today when I saw your name, staring me in the face at the grocery store and I wanted to sulk inside or scream at myself or smile in memory or cry at how far apart we've drifted
but I just kept shopping
no longer electric
it's been three years,
and I'm okay with that.
If life is a game,
Then I'm probably losing.
Beaten at every corner,
And I'm finally bruising.

But isn't it great,
To just play it with your friends?
'Cause remember if you end your game,
Then your friends game ends.
Suicide affects so many lives. For all of the people out there tempted, please keep this in mind. Don't be that person that ruins the game for others, because the game can be so much fun if you play it right and with the right people.
You were my sunshine,
even as the storm raged on.
Can you guess where I got my inspiration for this poem from?
Hope everyone had a lovely Easter weekend, and I am so happy that I had one of my poems as the poem of the day!
Thanks to everyone who follows me and everyone who reads my poems. Your constructive and motivating comments are what encourage me to continue to write and pursue a career in writing.
**
It kept me
numb
and numb was the
only feeling I
was searching
for.

I used enough
in those days
to avoid
feeling any
type of emotion
for too long.

And when I
cried,
it was mostly
over a memory
of a time when
I should
have cried
but
was too numb
to care.
Originaly "Still Moving On"
"Fell Full Of Empty"
Grass, beauty, Easter and art;
the kind of grey skies that don't hurt your heart,
the kind of rain that signals a new start -
Spring is allowing your soul and your darkness to part.

Remembering childhood memories you didn't know you forgot,
Pastel coloured sweets that will make your teeth rot,
Lovers going at it like bunnies without fear of getting caught,
Spring is bringing clarity and serenity to your thoughts.

Windows that crack open just enough to leak fresh air,
with lilac blossom candles leaving a light scent that's barely there
and there's something about the way you started wearing your hair...
Spring is finally replenishing what winter left bare.
Having a really lovely day!
I haven't felt this happy in a while, and I really hope that means that things are starting to look up for me.
I hope Spring brings something new to all of you, too.
**
Words are just broken meanings
Just constantly taking beatings.
Slowly they begin to die
More and more with every lie.
Always said and always misused
Till soon enough their souls are skewed
And they now mean nothing to you.
I love you, I promise, I will never leave you, you are beautiful to me. Words with empty meanings
Open the ornate gates, what do you see?
I see spinning stars and dancing galaxies.
Lower the drawbridge, what do you find?
I find a beautiful place ravaged by time.
Unlock the palace door, what is inside?
I spot rolling green hills stretched far and wide.
Look into my eyes, what lies within?
Inside lies a boy with patience wearing thin.

What do you see? What do you find?
*What within do you think lies inside?
A look into my mind.
Whispers, screams, all in a rush
This is too much, this is too much
Voices and cries, rapidly firing
This is too tiring, this is too tiring
Everything I do will make you sad
I will go mad, I will go mad
If I even speak you'll begin to cry,
Why can't I die, why can't I die?
 Apr 2014 Strange Chameleon
Kari
Black and white morals but
I live life in color and
When you put the rainbow in a blender
It all looks grey.
Morality is no binary
Waves of color
Escaping the light

Darker and darker
As they fade into night
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