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Tell me about the hidden closet,
The skeleton key that danced gently upon your collarbone,
Fragile and cold against your pale skin.
Death,
I called you.
Elegantly tragic,
Your white horse with his dead eyes stared into the souls of which you kept.
All but mine.
I was the lock to your skeleton key,
Your unwinding and unapologetic soul dwindled in my hollow bones.
Tainted blood and warmth that imitated life itself,
You bringer of death.
Your key belonged to you but your soul belonged to me.
Use my words like a rope to hang me from these heinous crimes you continue to commit.
Reckless thoughts pour over paper
Memories thicken, swell and taper
Each stroke left unreconciled
Pure white sheets with ink defiled
Nyx 7d
~

Nobody Loves me
Nobody really cares


But I do my darling
Just take a look into my eyes
I've been through hell and back with you
Together we have touched the skies

From the beginning to the end
We've seen each other through it
The lies and deceit, heart stopping truths
Where others would have split
We made it through our youth

When we first met you were smol
Barely even my height
A friendship made through stripper jokes
And you being my favourite white

Casual racism erupted
A classic joke among our friends
During a time where we were once happy
Innocent even, before that bitter end

Slowly you grew taller
Quite frankly you have changed
No longer that touchy goofball
Reasoning for that we leave unexplained

Though I still love you dearly
No matter what kind of person you become
Even if you turned into a vile beast
I would still act like your mum

From your oddly perfectly shaped eyebrows
Those glistening endless voids you call your eyes
Hair roughly pushed to the side
Matched with a cheeky grin that people seem to idolise

3 Years I would say its been
Though clearly its the wrong number
Knowing all about your weird life
Sharing memories from past summers

An ungodly collection of hats
littered throughout your room
The ugly ones shoved above the closet
That black one with green splats I presume

We went to that amazing concert together
Rocking it out within the mosh pit
I'll never forget that amazing day
As we reconnected even if it was just a bit

Your escape through street fighting
A dark time for both of us I remember
But it looks like we stuck it out
We made it past that December

Even if we wanted to end it all
The depression still hitting us in waves
The relaps of that fateful period
Still echoes within my brain

But like I've said once
And will say a million times over
I love you my dear boy
Even if you feel like a complete loner

I'll continue holding my hand out
Incase you slip and fall
Even if you don't need it
Just don't forget its there is all


I want you to know
I love you
Remember that Riy



~
Cheer up darl
I'll always be here for you
As you were one of the first
And forever one of the special people in my life
Love you
Annie Oct 6
I want to be this
wet white dress
hanging alone on the line,
on such a gentle
Sunday morning.

Why do I want to be this dress
so badly?
Every time I glance it’s way
I’m surprised with the jealousy I feel.
I must be jealous of its peace,
I suppose.

It has no need to do anything
all day long,
except hang there
and sweetly dry
in its own time.
faeri Oct 6
It's black with bits of white and Grey resembling the tombstones of flames.
Lightning beneath the cinders illuminate the ashes with flashes of white light.
The sooty sky is so dull but it's still shines.
I said this in a dream...
The arctic cold has brushed my cheek once again
The skies are stained white
and the ringing in my ears
is louder than ever
I wonder what the clouds are doing, I never see them anymore
The night doesnt come but the sun doesn't shine
I have a silver notebook
I write: spearmint
Because my eyes are watering but I feel nothing
The world is dry while the air is full
And the heavens take their morning pills
Wash their face
Head off sleepily to begrudgingly watch the icy seas
The wind bites my cheeks
But moves in such silence I wonder if the feeling is not just my routine punishment
At least I'm used to my spirits
At least I have a jacket on
At least the heavens didnt take a sick day all together.
running notes fast fast
on fingers ran quickly
quickly walked along quickly
and be so quietly and quietly
quietly melody on the nose
slipped and sank into sleep

and there were white papers and will
black paper and torch burn and
notes will run again and all also
it is not known where and when to burn and
quickly run fast then
when I was five years old when I was

when i was six years old
I was seven years old and when I was
exactly eternity eternity one infinite
and when I was not a man but a piano
when I was just the keys and only
white and black black and white and all

02.10.18
Elizabeth C Sep 29
Contrary to popular belief, Asians' vision isn't bad.
Our peripheral is actually better than everyone else's because we see widescreen.
We are also human calculators.
A+s in every math class we've ever taken.
But Engrish we don't speak good.
Don't forget we know karate, Kung fu, tae kwon do, jiu jitsu, Krav Maga.
That's right. We're born ninjas and samurais because they weren't supposed to be enemies.
Or from completely different cultures. You could totally be both.
Oh did you know we can also see into people's souls?
Why do you think we squint?
We are Tokyo drift drivers or the worst ones you've ever seen. Depends on the Asian you get. Depends on which version you want them to lean.

We are chinks.
Orientals.
Never the main characters. Quiet side characters.
Submissive side hoes.
Nefarious ne'er-do-wells.
Giggly school girls.
The ones that get left behind and abandoned.
The nerds that know everything.
Or the dumb ones that can't exist without being called a "bad Asian".
Or maybe the ones that work at nail salons and talk to you a bit too openly.
"Your cuticles are terrible."
"You get boyfriend yet?"
We're the "you didn't get an A? Aren't you Asian?"
The "oh no I'm in a car with an Asian driver".
The “white people wouldn’t play Asian roles if there were any Asian actors that could play them”
Or "She's shy in the streets but I bet we can get her to be a freak in the sheets".
Or "get an English name we can pronounce"
We "all look alike" because no one bothers to know how to tell the difference between us.
What kind of Asian are you?
Oh no no I wanna guess. Chinese?
Where are you from?
No, where are you REALLY from?

Sure I make Asian jokes because I learned to find them funny.
But the jokes don't justify stereotypes, insults, ignorance, or inequality.
They don't change the history of whitewashing or yellow face.
Washing away all aspects of Asian culture from a role or movie so that it's not insulting when a white person is cast.
White actors wearing our stereotypical features as masks with fake crooked teeth and taped eyelids to get that signature Asian squint.
Side note: eyelid tape is also (coincidentally) a beauty product Asians use to get their eyes to look bigger.
There's even skin bleaching products because even in Asia, whiter is prettier.

I make Asian jokes, but they don't make me forget our oppression.
The Chinese were the first specific ethnic group to be denied immigration into the US.
The Japanese were put in internment camps for being Japanese.
Just the fact that there was a Japanese and Korean Exclusion League.

Asian jokes don't undo any of this.
But their consistency created the illusion of equality.
Equality through comedy receiving no apology.
But
I'm just a piano prodigy, fluent in rocketry, solving math problems flawlessly, able to write Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese calligraphy perfectly.
But wash me away.
Asians are practically Caucasian so forget the country your phone was made in.
This was the very first slam poem I've ever written or performed.
Shadow Dragon Sep 23
Glaring light
and white
bathtubs.
Steam and
high pitched
melodies.
Running water
spreading warmth
spreading legs.
Silky cloths
for the freshly
bathed human.
Confusion and
worried faces
all washed away
by lukewarm
bathtub water.
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