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"I don't want to be in a box in the ground,"
you cried; I sat nearby
as the snow fell.
"But we all become the earth -
when we are no longer here,
we are everywhere"
 Nov 2012 the disappeared
Tatiana
A long, dark, winding road,
at night's darkest hour,
this was her safe haven,
it was her perfect flower.

Slowly, on tip toes,
she dances in the middle,
with intricate footsteps,
creating her own riddle.

This peaceful scene,
quickly turns rigid,
as lights fly down the road,
and the body goes limp, and frigid.

Her vision goes blurry,
and her heart goes still,
her perfect flower,
certainly can ****.

Lights fly along,
a long, dark, winding road,
and her story is shared,
so she never grows old.
 Nov 2012 the disappeared
Taylor
I wonder if you bite your nails
and I wonder if you curse
I debate if I should talk to you
I'd rather mask this hurt
I constantly sit and ponder
I never know what to do
To be encompassed in this galaxy
Is to immerse myself in you.
 Nov 2012 the disappeared
Taylor
We sat there in silence.
I thought he might hear my heart beating.
We stood up and he caressed me in his arms.
We were at our favorite spot, right on the edge of the mountain, where, with one step, we would fall.
And so we did. Our bodies falling through the air, we were still holding tightly to one another.
As we fell, the wind choked me and I couldn't speak,
I couldn't tell you all the things I had wanted to say for so long.
We fell onto the rocky stones and sand.

I felt like we were sea glass.
---

Being overwhelmed by our feelings, just as the sea glass becomes overwhelmed by the waves.
It gets crushed and broken and never gets a chance to be more than that.
We laid there, and as I felt my heart weakening and my lungs collapsing, I thought to myself.
I didn't want to tell you all of those things that I wished to tell you as we were falling.
As I look at you lying there, short of breath, I know that they wouldn't mean anything to you. You have your eyes closed and you’re shouting someone’s name that isn't mine. And so I lie there and let my body shut down.

*Feeling as broken as sea glass might not be so bad.
I know you are here,
Even when I want you gone.

You are there,
With your commands and me as a pawn.

Speak louder,
For I will not listen.

Speak softer,
Your words ring out as a piston.

Get away from me!
Out of my crevices!

Do you not see?
I will not give in to your voices!

I am me,
Your view does not matter.

Let me be,
For I am not one of the common latter.
 Nov 2012 the disappeared
Taylor
Sitting in my room, I found a certain peace,
From the bones that were shattering outside my window crease
Not shaken nor stirred, not frightened in the least
I realized that my limbs might really be a beast’s

I heard the screams in dreams, which all were in my head
I knew how they were feeling, they all wanted me dead
And though I tried to drown them out, they wouldn’t go away
They lingered there, in deep despair; they sat and cried all day

They come back and they haunt me, without a daunt or dare
But then I wake up suddenly, and realize they weren’t there
Now I shake and shiver, I fear I’m going mad
I do believe this worry is the worst I’ve ever had

I hear noises out my window, once again I hear the screams
I throw my curtains o’er the chair, they have fallen off their beams
And just as the curtains fell, with them I fell dead
The monsters they had come for me, they found me in my head.
what is it that i am looking for

what is that convulses my mind so

i don’t know, I just don’t know

yet I keep on searching for something

something i know not what

it is in the words, i know it is in the words

it demands a recognition,

perhaps it is an illusion of complex

temporal simultaneity that plays

upon my reason but what is it

that delivers a thousand shivers

and colors from everywhere and nowhere

is it the blank spot that enters my consciousness

bringing temporarily bright blackness

the blindness one receives if

engaged in an over prolonged look at the sun

is it the inner workings of my mind

trying to free some irritant that

has intended to punctuate my thinking

without permission

an attempt to perplex

this new apostasy

that incubates within

yet a confusion hangs suspended

Of this blank spot, this nothingness,

this void of inarticulate reality that

exaggerates its intentions to consummate

a separation but never succeeds in its completion
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