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 Aug 2013 Zack Phillips
Katie
I am so damaged
So fragile.
My head is spinning
all the while
It is breaking
Slowly cracking
What is it making?
It is so heavy.
So fragile.
I wonder if it will last awhile.
Before the cracks become craters
And the skull becomes
Merely nothing but faded.
Do I get to say “I love you” second?
Because I’m always saying it first,
And even though you say it back
As you kiss my forehead goodnight,
I can’t help but think that kissing me on the forehead
Gives you the chance to avoid my eyes.
I can't believe I'm broken
Lost in your eyes
Trying to deny
The dark imposing signs
I fear I've gone the wrong way
And left myself behind.

At least that's what they say.

There are voices in my head.
I don't know which ones mine.
Why is it wrong to keep to myself....
Humanity only degrades, decays, what I have finally found...
Eats away at the remains of my soul....
To trust Them is to be vulnerable
I would rather be stone.
Cold and hard... rather than broken.
Skeletal hand
reaching for mine
along with the band
keeping time
Dead bones dance in the
dead of the night
keeping in time with a
grace like flight
Click and clatter in the
dark
flesh and bone together
embark
This is our parade
join hands
dead and alive
take off into this dark night
Boredom+insomnia= this....
Mesmerized
Hypnotized
Crimson captures my thoughts
My visions turn red
Through these veiled eyes curiosity spreads
Dark draws me in
Death takes my hand
Together they show me a black twisted land.
 May 2013 Zack Phillips
Lily Marx
A small cut on my hand, wrapped in cloth and a rubber band
the smell of alcohol on my breath, only one bottle left.
My head swirls with strange things, I had enough of these mind games
my feet bare on the floor, I slowly make my way to the door.
She left without goodbye, I don't even think she cried
my heart shattered at the sight, now I'll have my lonely nights.
I slam the door shut, burning engulfed my cut
I pick up the bottle and break off the lid, if only I didn't do what I did.
I scream her name to the wind, why did this have to end
I should've acted like a gentleman, to hell I'll be ******.
I try to drink away the pain, find a way to become sane
I throw the bottle at the wall, watch as the glass falls.
Shattered now at my feet, I fall down in defeat
cup the glass in my palm, the searing pain seems calm.
I lay on the floor crying, i feel like I'm dying
she took my heart when she left, she took it without regret.
I can't undo the past, I can't fix shattered glass.
Lying in my bunk,
the chattering teeth
sound like hail stones
bouncing off a tin roof.
But it's not hailing here.
No, not here in Hell.
Here in Hell it's putting down
a hefty December snow.
Since when does it snow
in Hell?

It's summer in Hell.
That must be when it snows
in Hell.


Outside,
warm tangerine glow
and circling spotlights,
like blood-driven sharks,
illuminate the dead sky.
Two chimneys tower
over the grounds like
erupting brick volcanoes.

I open the window
to capture a snowflake.
One wobbles lethargically
into my palm and crumbles
into white ash...

Arbeit Macht Frei...
Free as a snowflake
in the summer breeze
.
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