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 May 2013 tyler
raðljóst
why is it that
when i am finally
good
and honest
and earnest
and ambitious
and happy

the people begin
to worry?
Mother, I am trying to be the perfect daughter you so dearly deserve.
Honest.
No tricks whatsoever. I want to clean the kitchen because when it is nice and tidy I feel good for what I have accomplished. I want to put flowers in the windowsill and by where you do your puzzles because I know you wish you could spend the whole day outside with them. I want to organize the books on gardening on your shelves because one day I want to read them and I know I should do something nice with them if I am going to have that pleasure. I want to **** the garden outside because I want to be able to grow plants for our family and I want to grow the plants because I know we will all enjoy eating them. I want to clean my room a little late into the night because it helps me think and I feel content when I see that my floor is not dusty and my plants are healthy and my clothes are hung up in a row. I want to pick up after Aiden in the recreation room because I know how it feels to be young and in a hurry to do anything but chores. I want to stack up the DVDs in the cabinet because they look appealing that way and I hope our family gets together to watch some of the older films we used to love. I want to detangled all the cords by the computer because I know it´s frustrating when you're trying to figure out which is which and why–doesn't–this–one–work? I want to put all the scrap papers into the recycling because I know you gave up on getting people to reuse them and they'll be ashes if I don't lift a finger.

I want to do these things because they benefit everyone.
I want to be the kind of person that helps a family,
The kind that helps a community,
The kind that helps the world.
And it starts here in the home.

I love you.
 May 2013 tyler
Octavio Paz
I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.
 May 2013 tyler
Vivienne Luong
Two writers fell in love,
their book was their love and the words written
were how they expressed it.
The commas were there to show that
no sentence would ever be long
enough to say how much they truly
cared for and loved each other.

The semicolons were there from
time to time because sometimes
it seemed like their love was ending
but they managed to keep it going.

The paragraphs were there to show
that even if they’ve been together
for a long time, there were still things
they could talk about.

The chapters were there for them to
look back on memories that they
wanted to relive and remind them
the past should not be repeated.

Their book was a love story.
 May 2013 tyler
Danaca Terlaje
You promised me all these things,
but now I'm trying to at least remember my self before you..
Before all the butterflies & the heart break you've given me
Before all the gifts & the bruises I've received from you.
What happened to the nights of talking? They started to get replaced by my screams & the pain in my chest.
What happened to the "I love you",Now they're all "I hate you" ...

-D.
 May 2013 tyler
Redshift
yesterday
i found out
my mom sold my dog
and chopped down the tree
that my brothers and sisters and i
spent our whole lives playing under.
my little sister
gave me a sawed chunk
of the Big Tree
to remember it by
everything in my life
is a sawed chunk
a ****** piece
of something bigger
that once was all mine
and whole
and perfect...
mom,
i'd rather have
the ******* tree
i guess she doesn't stop at ruining lives. she goes the whole nine yards and ruins perfectly good ******* landscape, too.
 May 2013 tyler
Redshift
my little sister
who is just fifteen
speaks of things
she knows nothing about
she is always trying to tell me
that dad sexually abused her as a child
but she only believes it
because mom told her
i hate
divorce
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