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Frank J May 2014
I work hard for this friend-ship
Though I'm not quite on board,
I'm there when you lose grip,
Well at least when you're moored.
Like a lighthouse I stand,
And like a lighthouse I'll stay,
I'll be a beacon on land
Watching still when you fade away.
You'll experience it all, good, bad and scary,
Yet I'll stay by my post, watching and wary.
Nobody saves the lighthouse
From the violent, swirling mess.
When the angry storms rouse
Each flash of light is my own SOS.
And I know they see my light
Because they promptly turn away,
And I'm not trying to put up a fight
Honestly it's better this way.
lost girl May 2014
I like how I am slowly
                                          fading away
                                                           ­       and you don't even notice.

I like how I desperately
                                             need you
                                                  and you don't even give me a hand.
I like how I need you to
                                           notice me
                                                      and you don't even look my way.
I like how I am
                                          dying inside
                                                         ­             and you don't even care.

(a.d)
Yours et cetera Mar 2014
No facade elaborate enough
To adequately conceal
The inner-conflict
In which I am embroiled

No crooning of comfort
Can delivery me peace
Or forestall my mind's
Eventual unhinging

No foxed, tattered pages
Of forlorn loveletters
Strewn with stark promises
Can resurrect my will

My compass confiscated
My map of reason
Torn and trampled upon
My future at the mercy of shadows
I. Can't. Anything. Today.
A few words about disorentation

— The End —