Pick me up. Read me.
Fan my pages. Break my spine.
Make notes. Place bookmarks.
Try to learn and understand what may not make sense to you.
Skip ahead and then go back.
Re-read.
Interpret.
Take me in.
Dog-ear the important pages.
Feel the weight of the whole volume.
Do you have questions?
What are your favorite parts?
What do you wish to rewrite?
Or do you only wish to add?
Pick me up. Read me.

this shouldn't be hard.
I'm not here to judge but,

"-" if you see a poem,
DECORATED in this unusual way"_)"
it's just a fifteen yr old bored and
tired...of their life.

iF YOU SEE A POEM LIKE THIS,
THEN SOMEONE IS ANGRY,
OR THEIR CAPS LOCK IS PLAYING DANGEROUS GAMES.

                                            if a poem is like this,
                                            then the person wanted to be
                                             sad.

                                             not sincere.


Now,
If you see a poem like this,
Shining and rising
In different new world you've never heard of before
Then you're here.
You're where you should be.

I'm sorry I stole your sweatshirt
I was aiming for your heart
This was the closest I could get
Without completely falling apart

The temptation is always hanging over me.
A cloud raining pure amber liquid,
Calling with a siren sound.

"I'll help you forget"

"I'll help you be happy"

"We can have fun"

"Make you feel nice"

"Give you back your laugh"

"Take away the pain"

"Supplement the light"


The cold silence of the night makes my nightmares so much more real.

I am alone.


"Together we will be warm"


That's right.





We will be.

She teeters on the cliffside,
She scans the ground below.
She searches the wind like a chapter book,
For what, she doesn’t know.

With one foot off the edge, she stands,
She looks around and sighs.
She thumbs through pages, slits her fingers,
Bleeds through ink and lies.

Tipping off the edge, she knows
She doesn’t have the guts
To live a life where she’s never free
From the sting of papercuts.