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Of course it makes sense, now,
but it disappears; passes between your fingers
like sand, like water, like salt, like blood.
Stains and makes religious connotations,
although I'm a non-believer
and so are you
and so are they;
The ephemeral heroes.
Absent or cloudy minded?

The impossible riddle.
We went searching for gods, devils, angels,etc.,
and instead found an embarrassing truth;
the blunder in centuries of slaughter.

Q: "When is a door not a door?"
A: "Usually you'll hear sirens.
An unusual amount of broken glass,
or a crater, or a statue of a maniac,
or a portal to someplace in time, space,
maybe it was late November,
when you took cash from a woman coughing blood,
12 hours ago the man walking down the street,
screaming, "**** MY MIND. I'M SO ******* STUPID.",
ghosts aren't real, but people are, and we treat them
like they are invisible don't we?
Treat them like windows."
You say you love me
I wonder what will make you change your mind,
This time.
No moon would glow
Without the sun at show
No smile would spread
Without tears that sheds

No crops would grow
Without a hand that sows,
No songs to be sang
Without ideas that started in a bang

No wonders to be seen
Without a mind that is keen
No apple would drop
Without a tree that grew from bottom to top

No winter
Is without snow
As there would be no life
Without joy and sorrow
 Sep 2014 Layla Thurman
III
And he lay down
To sleep until clocks ran out
Of time to tick away,

And he slept through
Endless waves of storms,
Soaking his mattress but never his skin,

And he made sure to pull
On all the loose frays that
Held his sloppily stitched shut eyes

Tight and forever binding.
I try not to fall
And you know,
I'm really good at it

I don't ever fall
Because I'm the type of person
Who always breaks

They always pick me up
And mend me once again
Then push me back out there

They call it love
Call it pleasant
Call it heaven

And I promise them
That this time
That's what I'll find

But I've fallen again
And I'm so sorry
Not for me
But for them
Because their is no worse thing than seeing

A friend whom you can not mend.
 Sep 2014 Layla Thurman
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You
 Sep 2014 Layla Thurman
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You
I'm wearing your sweatshirt to sleep again
I'm under my own roof and it makes me feel more at home

I've bitten my nails until they bleed
But when I hold your hand, everything seems to heal

I can't undo the tangles in my hair
But you trace your fingers down my arm and every one of my thoughts becomes unwinded and untangled before you
This mix of want and desire
Leaves my mouth watering
For something I've never tasted
****. Why, **** it.
We are all crazy, we are all insane
We are all passionate about something.
Whatever we say, whatever we do
There will be someone who misjudges and doesn't approve

So what are we to do
Should we not be ourselves
Do we need everyone to approve
I will always be crazy and will always be true
Go ahead and judge me; I'm just going to smile back at you : )
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