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 Mar 2014 y i k e s
Emily
YOU WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE IN A HOSPITAL, YOUR SKIN WILL SMELL LIKE THE DYING AND YOUR LIPS WILL CRACK AND YOU WILL NOT FIND BEAUTY

I USED TO THINK I WOULD FIND SOLACE IN THOSE SANITIZED WHITE HALLS BUT ALL I EVER FOUND WAS MY OWN EMPTY EYES STARING BACK AT ME FROM THE UNBREAKABLE SUICIDE-PROOF MIRROR AND THERE WAS NO COMFORT IN MY BRUISED TENDER FACE

HOSPITALS ARE NO PLACE FOR YOUNG GIRLS WHO HAVE NOT YET TURNED AWAY FROM LIFE AND THEY ARE NO PLACE FOR KISSING YET YOU READ ABOUT MOUTHS FINDING EACHOTHER IN THE DARKEST HOUR AND YOU THINK OF CEMENT HOSPITAL WALLS; THERE IS NO DARKNESS IN HOSPITALS, JUST PURPLE FLUORESCENT LIGHTS THAT MAKE YOU LOOK SO PALE YOU MIGHT JUST REALIZE THE IMMINENCE OF YOUR OWN DEATH.

YOU WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE IN A HOSPITAL.
I had a
good day
today
Hide me from this world of woe.
Conceal me from these wars that rock the Earth
with covert drones and noisy machine guns.
Bury me in a tomb where discrimination doesn't consume and prejudice never gets a meal.
And if you try to say everything's alright
I'll stand up and exclaim,
"No. It's not. And we have a long way to go."
 Mar 2014 y i k e s
N0thing
Congratulations!
You have won the battle!

But just be prepared….
To lose the war.
 Mar 2014 y i k e s
Cailey Weaver
Every
 Single
  Day
   I
    Often
     Forget
      To
       See
        The
         Positives.
The next installment in my daily 10w collection.
 Mar 2014 y i k e s
Cailey Weaver
If I say I dreamed about you.
You may be really great.
I maybe think you're really weird.
Perhaps it's you I hate.
Perhaps my dream was a nightmare.
Perhaps I woke up screaming.
You never really know what I mean,
If I tell you I was dreaming.
 Mar 2014 y i k e s
Emily
Next To Me
 Mar 2014 y i k e s
Emily
When you're not here
I have trouble falling asleep
But when you're next to me
That problem disappears
My eyes close with ease
You are my dream
I dream of you
My everything
My dreams are my reality.

© Willa 2014
 Mar 2014 y i k e s
Cailey Weaver
Too easy it is to forget the

what

and why.
 Mar 2014 y i k e s
k
I've always called love
b u l l s h i t.
a thing for moronic gigglers
and naive dreamers
because no one can ever stay
t o g e t h e r.
there is no one person
matched perfectly for each
other person,
there is no destiny or soul mate
or love at first
s i g h t.
we can pretend but
there is no such thing as
f o r e v e r.
you told me someone someday would change my mind.
i'll never tell you but i think its
you.
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