When you disappeared,
you left your letters
here on the bedroom floor.

I found them when I came
to this abandoned home
looking for a ghost story.

I didn't find any ghosts,
but I did find a soul
written into lonely letters,
never sent.

On the bus,
the other day.
I saw a man who had nothing to say.
He was talking on his phone outloud, everyone could hear.
I never get that.
How can people be so open?

Are you one of those people?
Do you talk like that on purpose, trying to show the world who you are?
Like you do with your clothes and hair and music
This is ME, Look, I'm fun/interesting/intelligent
I'm a little quirky, I don't give a ****, I fit in
I BELONG

You what?
I BELOOOONNNGGGG

Or is it just where you came from, your family?
They were open - they were loud and confident so so are you.
I guess, like most things, it's a bit of both

W
E
L
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I listened but as I said he had nothing to say.
So I looked to my music and pressed play                 <=========Super Cool Rhyming, So good at poetry
- to listen to more people with nothing to say.

But at least the way they said it sounded good

He announced with a sneer
'Now listen here,
all you sinners that can hear
Explain to me how
you'll plead when making
pornographic movies;
plastic *******, swear words... nasty things
when the lord calls upon you
offering the forgiveness he brings? '

'He'll send you to hell! '
'He'll punish you well! '
'You don't stand a chance, what you're doing! '

The crowd raved and screamed
Faith high esteemed
until a young man in the back
laughed.

i forgot about
wishing on ladybugs.

Propped elbows on the rug,
     bare feet swinging at the air,
           and a dandelion crown
                 rests on my tangled mess of hair

                 I shake the cool tin box,
           and listen to its clatter
      before I  spill its contents
and arrange them in a pattern

(lines or swirls or rectangles, it really doesn’t matter)


All of them are special,
      their weight magic in my fist,
            perfect lovely liquid drops-
                   I am amazed that they exist.

                   One of them, however,
            stands out from all the rest-
       'pure black,' I whisper reverently-
It is obviously the best.

So I took that marble,
     and put it in my pocket
          next to my lucky button
            and my secret golden locket.


            And this is how it feels
       driving home so late at night,
    when the road’s dark and empty
and there is not a hint of light-

Like I’ve got a secret
     that no one can understand,
        solemn, silent, and serene,
             a little lonely in my hand.

i saw him smile
i became distracted by the simplistic beauty of it
i tripped on the gregarious thoughts anxiously stirring in my mind
i fell
i fell just in time for him to look away

and not catch me.

|ss|

You've raised us right,
our faults are our own.
The actions we choose,
the mistakes we make,
all a product of our own fate.
You've given us more than the world,
you've given us life.
None more could be expected,
we appreciate you more than you know.
You're held in sentiment,
deeply embedded in our hearts,
all the way down to our souls.
You've taken care of us when we were young,
Our turn will come when you've grown old.
We love you Mom,
Dad, you're our hero.
Everything you've ever done,
is right and more.
I couldn't ask for two better,
role models in this lifetime.
It's for this reason,
I look up to the sky and cry at night time.

You are the very best kind of liar.
The kind that lies to my emotions.
The kind that makes me weak,
Makes me believe,
Makes me feel.

You tell lies to a person's heart.
You lied to mine.
Time and again, you proved your skill,
And I proved my foolishness.

You are the kind of liar
That speaks with such honesty.
You're sorry.
You'll be there for me.
You are the liar that lies
To the desperate heart.
That deceives the reason
And banishes the doubt.
The kind of liar that makes
Me believe
That I'm lying to myself.
That you were there.
Are there.
Will be there.

You are the best kind of liar.
And me,
I am the worst kind of fool.