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  May 2015 Yasha Harkness
Jason Cole
Blue is the color of unrequited love
Grey the emptiness therein
Paint a perfect portrait of the loneliness thereof
And color me lonesome again

©Jason Cole
This is a Hank Williams inspired fragment.
Yasha Harkness May 2015
There are some days
When the wondering is so strong
That leaving the house
Would be a very stupid thing to do.
For those who only think, about that centimeter between themselves and the edge.
Yasha Harkness May 2015
It moves around
The pain you feel
Birthed from the poison of his words
Corrupting your happiness
Feeding on your emotions
Setting your heartstrings aflame
Settling in your legs like liquid fire
I do what i must
I drain his poison
I rub press pull
Punch hammer grind
On the infected muscles
Drawing out the corruption
Like draining a snake bite.

**If only I had the antivenin for this particular kind.
For my mother.
When I came out to you
You laughed at me
And I felt like ****
I like you - we went on holiday together
But you don't like me

"Gay guys are alright
But it would be weird to know a lesbian
What if she had a crush on me?"
I like you - you have a cute laugh
But you wouldn't like me

Two girls at the back if the bus
"You guys aren't lesbians are you?
Because if you are, we won't sit with you."
I like you - you're popular and funny
But you wouldn't like me

There's a strange boy at Scouts
"Oh yeah he's such a *******,
he must be gay."
I like you - we went to camp together
But you wouldn't like me

"I was at the cinema the other day
I saw two girls kissing
It was so gross."
I like you - you'd always beat me at cards
But you wouldn't like me

If I told you I was gay
How would you react?
I'd still like you
But you wouldn't like me
Yasha Harkness Apr 2015
Too long I've spent
Pushing you up the long stairway to recovery
After every one of your multiple health crises

This is not my rightful adolescence

I would rather stab you between the ribs myself
With the bread knife you threatened suicide with today.
Too long I've watched my mother wither away
Watching you succumb to your latent death-wish
Of alcohol and nicotine.

This will not be my inheritance.

Because of you, 'useless' is not just a word for me
It is something to hate
To flinch from in daily usage
Because of the poison you've seeped into it.
I've given you the best years of life
That you could possibly ever have
And now it seems like you don't want any more

with us anyway.

Well i say **** that.
Second chances aren't eternal.
You're not my father anymore.
I DISOWN YOU

*Want to die?
Then go.
Do it somewhere i don't have to see.
I loved you but you broke me.
Yasha Harkness Apr 2015
This is not a poem.
I am not a lullaby
Nor a childhood monster
I am untaught
Unseen

Uncaught

You can never bring me down.
Though you try
I overcome it all
The hate
The violence
Mindsets of a bygone era

If I should fall
Another will take my place
We
Are
Endless.


We exist in the hidden places
You do not see us.
Yet we are rising
And we will be beyond restraint
by the time you finally deign to see us
As anything but your inferiors
Abnormal
QUEER.
This is not a poem.
This is a war cry.
Yasha Harkness Apr 2015
When the sun vanishes behind a cloud
Shade sweeps in like a tide at flood
Devouring the warmth of the students
Who thought to rest in the warm golden rays
Of a winter afternoon sun.
written on the college lawns on a winter afternoon
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