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 Dec 2015 Taylor Ramey
MsRobota
I don’t know how to love you. I’m not going to love you.
I won’t love you.
But I can kiss you
I can hold you when thunder yells.
I’ll reach deep down inside of you and rip out the knife that’s embedded just under your heart, that knife that has been causing you agony all your life.
I’ll take care of you
I’ll whisper the secrets the butterflies keep
I’ll touch you like you’re a fragile glass rose, but I won’t keep you behind glass walls.
I’ll destroy the mirror spitting Red all over your skin.
I’ll make you breakfast in bed
I’ll make you laugh, just don’t ask me to love you.
Don’t ask me to make you happy.
I don’t know how to do those things.
I can’t love you like you want me to.
I don’t know how to love you.
 Dec 2015 Taylor Ramey
Blue Flask
Dreams of childhood dementia
Castrated from ones own mind
Self delusions of a grandeur time
When the flames are snuffed around you
You never do realize where that horrid disease lays
Apathy is the killer of death
And the givingness of life
It rules over all of time
But allows single iotas to roam free
When this familiar world crumbled
I wanted to be remembered for something
Other than my silent gaze
And my hollow words
I'm sorry I can't care more
I'm sorry I couldn't I couldn't care enough
Because now you are gone
Some nights I can't bring myself to turn on the bathroom light because I don't want to see the scars.

Some nights I can't sleep because the pain of the day is heavy on my shoulders.  

Some nights I cry and sob because I feel like I can't do it and I'm not enough.

Some nights I pick up the blade and I can't bring myself to put it back down again .

Some nights I just want to sleep and never wake back up.

Some nights I gasp and shake from the cold and fear.

Some nights I hum softly because I can't stand the silence.
I just felt like I needed to wright this down
 Dec 2015 Taylor Ramey
Angie S
I drank a cup of coffee
But that's not enough to
Dispel this drowsiness
I live in.
I drank a cup of coffee
To deal with today;
The only way i know
To deal with every day.
I drank
A cup of coffee,
But i could bathe in
A pool of caffeine and
Run my fingers against the current
Of a river of it and
I would leave
With eyes heavier than before.

I,
I think coffee,
Is not going to help anymore.
I think,
Something inside me is
Whirling doubts about me
More snug than is comfortable.
And,
This brew
Doesnt even taste sweet,
Or particularly bitter.
It's very bland.
And i prefer to leave it unfinished
Than empty.
This doesn't make sense to me either. I'm vacationing and I thought of an idea for a poem, but it came out very... eh...
If in your eyes I've begun to lose
A little bit of my luster
And you think you can crumble
The mortar from beneath my feet
With a feather duster
Just remember
Who put me up here
Who put me up here

I didn't say anything
Or ask anything at all
To make you want to put me
Up on a pedestal
But you did and you built it
A hundred foot tall
Its a hell of a.. hell of a...hell of a...fall
From perfect to human
In no time at all.
 Dec 2015 Taylor Ramey
Janelise
when i first met you
i knew we would be written in ink.
that youd leave me breathless
and id lead you to water.

I knew i could never make you drink
i knew we would end each other
and our endings, they would play
over and over in my head

I knew youd pull me open
but i still jumped in.
and tearing bits of you out of me
is much harder than youd ever think.
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