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somedumbbitch Aug 16
"She left the city as a girl
And returned a woman
In the same shoes
On the same night.
A face in the darkness;
The reaper glimpsed
At journey's end.
He straddles the bridge
Between tonight and tomorrow--
He's a revolver with
One bullet missing
From the chamber;
He's the Wheel of Fortune
With its terms unwritten;
He's an unsigned DNR notice.
He's the end of the line."

...Now, here, I stand,
miles ahead,
on disconnecting tracks,
a once-raging fire,
slowly fading,
to a silver smoke...

Wondering,
...where did you go?

Have your own wolfish eyes,
peered into glassy irises
that even, in the silences,

reminded you,
of mine?

What existed, in me
that you let me, survive?

Mister, oh, please, let,
me in on your secret...
and tell me, now, do you regret ...

how you kept me... alive...?
Today is an anniversary, of sorts. An event which transpired and then didn't, at 19 years of age. I am double that age, now, and I still wonder what made him so enamored with me, that he let me go. And did I even deserve it...?

The first half is a poem I unburied, from my lost collection of 2015 drafts. The second part is me reflecting on that, it's disjointed and pulled out of place, with a purpose: I'm not 2015 Kate, anymore.
Separation is not an option—
just as they say
that giving up isn’t either.

Why do we have this tendency to end,
to not go on?

Why can’t we talk,
swallow our egos,
and try one more time?

The new is good—
but the renewed is even better.

The renewed has history,
a feeling of triumph
and resilience.
Lostling Jul 14
When you kissed me
I tasted him on your lips
You didnt say it
But I knew:
I was always just backup
Because I feel like I’m always the second choice
Her Jun 22
i met you almost
two years ago
i hurt you
while scrambling
through my own pain
trying to find my way
through a dark maze
with a haze of ache

you got caught
in my rage of
a crossfire
i realized
i actually liked someone
trusted them so easily

i was angry
someone actually
made me laugh
made me smile

the hurricane
was a category five
you took shelter
far away from me
my tears dripping
from the sky

two years after
the hurricane
we are just recovering
there is life again
there is growth
there is laughter
there is happiness
there is light


there is a second chance
Bri Jun 9
When they talk
It’s an inside joke
“You wouldn’t understand”
They say while they giggle together
When you ask to hang out
There’s an excuse
“Sorry I’m busy”
They say while you watch them together
When they talk about a group chat
But you aren’t on it
“We must have forgotten”
They say while they keep texting each other
When they bring up memories
But you weren’t a part of them
“You must have been sick”
They say while they plan to hang out again without you
When they forget your birthday
But they’ve planned presents for each other’s
“I’ll bring your present tomorrow”
They say while they haven’t thought once about it
You are forgotten
You are left out
You are always the second choice-
death by a thousand dismissals
Charmour May 10
Always the lover,
Never the loved.
Always the healer,
Never the healed.
Always the photographer,
Never the photographed.
Always the helper,
Never the helped.
Always the cheerer,
Never the cheered.
Always the painter,
Never the painting.
Always the poet,
Never the poem.
Always the option,
Never the priority.
Always the lister,
Never the heard.
Always the writer,
Never the muse.
Always the understanding,
Never the understood.
Is it only me?
Emily Jo Apr 26
If you're late,
there's no hurry.

If you're not ready,
just take your time.

If you're holding on
to the tiniest hint of resentment,
I'll understand.

No matter what,
I'll meet you there.

Just promise me,
you'll give me a chance,
to call you mom and dad again.
Where you stood, that was me years ago. I'll wait for you.
If you stop for one second and listen, you might hear the highway breath and creatures sneak. If you listen close enough you might hear yourself inside always seem to scream.

If you were to truly gaze into the mirror you would be terrified. If you were to truly face yourself and tell the difference in your thoughts and the ones that come from outside.
If you were to see the slippery slithering lie you told yourself one to many times. We are but yet inescapable to our fate no matter what place we find to hide.
We cannot out run it and yet we mask it in denial but there is a court date coming and a Judge to sentence you at trial. Will you be found guilty or will you be one of the fortunate ones who were spared, born again with open eyes?

Written by: Ryan Seth Cole
Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?
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