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IrieSide Apr 2017
You feel the onset,
a coming of age
chapters that came
now changing phase

pregnant mothers
of children's firsts
hints at marriage
or spiritual birth

Pages turn,
you can't halt it
hope to grow wise
if you can help it

the rhythm of life
is always of change
if you remain stagnant
your skin will age

To see the end,
oh a noble feat
a crying old woman
of 93

she lost her husband
her first and young
this was years ago

arms of iv's
and infected blood

calm doctors
of objective question
silent nurses
at medical attention

Though chapters change,
not all are the same
a spring to come
or hell's cold rain

I wish you the best,
upon your journey
Barrow May 2015
I am not partial the cold in my bones, the muscles that quake, or the shiver that trails down the spine.

*But these are the things that let me know I'm alive.
Tyler Eavey Aug 2014
Looking at them now
these windows are really ******* tall.
There's a sense of pride
from the anger inside
an exciting culture of fast love and slow money
where ambition consumes you and spits you out like a poisoned danish.

An age-old struggle "so it seems,"
where the ones who make the history books
are killed quietly with the needle of self-loathing
but the media shows us all a huge ****** knife of misunderstanding,
or the shattered glass covered in pieces of Armani suit
under an open pane ten stories above us

where the windows are really ******* tall.
Rebecca Scull Jun 2014
"Have you ever been sexually assaulted?"

pause

I never thought about it that way.
I never thought that if people knew they'd label me as the girl who was sexually assaulted.
I never realized that's what they called it. I always knew it was something real, but as if the term didn't apply to me.

"I guess that's what you can call it, but it was an accident. He was drunk, he didn't mean to. He's never ever touched me that way since, don't you see?"

pause

The look in his eyes says it all. I've been labeled.

Funny how society stamps a label on everything no matter what it is. Maybe what society never figured out was that they didn't need to slap a label on me. It was something that had been branded on my arm years and years ago, I've just always hidden it well.

— The End —