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the sum of your partsI can find in many others
The sum of your parts,
They're scattered, disjointed,
Disconnected by miles.

One may have your eyes,
But only with a certain look,
Another the glimmer
Of what could be your smile.

I could try to convince myself
I'd heard something you'd say
From the mouth of another,
But not in your voice.

There are many parts of you
I'd despise in any other,
But you're so much greater
Than the sum of your parts.

Death DealerDeath lingered behind his eyes,
ruthless his lips edged up
in a killers smile,
it was the moment
he awaited
while his prey
lie blissfully unaware.

Stillness absolute
a heart beat
was the only sound,
while the shadow
prepared to descend
with the swiftness
of a falcon.

Blood paints the darkness
of the night, not even a scream,
it is true what they say
you can die within your dreams,
for what was he
but a phantom unseen,
a death dealer who will
take flight with your life
while you sleep.

He is gone
even before the very last
breath can be drawn
but he never leaves a doubt
none escapes from his
talon's grasp.

SorrowI'm running out of hope for now,
Breaking through all we've known.
Boarded windows hide the past
And bandages don't seem to last.

One day, we can leave
But we'll just wait and see.
All those times we've felt nothing,
Now have ripped the seams.

We've faded away into the air.
Two lifeless souls and none to care.
I feel invisible in my own world
My head created to crumble.

five lies they told me about the sky i
"my daddy said that he'd come back from the moon
and bring me something to keep in my room.
he told me that when he and his friends launched
into the sky, i would be able to see him.
when the man had counted down to zero,
i had looked up at the horizon, and saw nothing
but fire and smoke. my mom had cried and
told me to come inside because we had to talk."

ii
"'i'm boarding a plane from boston to la,
and me and the kids will see you tomorrow.'
i was still asleep when my phone had rang
when my wife called me from logan.
that's the last message she had sent to me,
and the last time i ha

NumbWhat is this feeling?

I don't understand.

I want to explain

But I don't think I can.

Is it really true?

Am I turning this numb?

It just can't be!

I must feel some!

Why is this happening?

Why can't I feel?

Is this all just a dream

Or is all of this real?

Someone please tell me.

Please help me feel.

I'm so tired of feeling numb.

I just wanna heal.

The pain, the sorrow,

The joy, the tears.

Yes! I want all of them!

Even all the fears!

I'm so wanting,

Longing to feel again.

This curse is so haunting,

It's like a dead end.

So, if I were you,

Be glad you can feel.

Be thankful you're not numb.

At least you are real.

POP! goes the Bubble .I'm twirling in ecstasy, feeling high on life,
almost as if my fingertips are caressing the sky;

I'm living in a bubble, think the air around is cursed,
so please don't rush in heart-first like a fool

and make it burst.

helium balloon lungs
i. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaper
and I run them across my face,
scraping away layers of saccharine skin,

ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,
I'd like to dip them in milk
and watch them melt,
smoking like dry ice,

iii. You churn my childish heart
in circles and in circles
till I slip into cardiac arrest,

iv. I just remembered that time you
wrapped your arms around me like vines
and held me until you couldn't,

v. Oh what I'd give for a pair of
fortune cookie lungs,
inhaling intuition,
exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,

vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,
pasting them onto my bedroom walls
and on the backs

Leaky Faucetplip

plip

plip

plip

plip

traitors

sickI'm sick of this city
I'm sick of this town
I'm sick of the people
They're bringing me down

I'm sick of this school
I'm sick of this street
I'm sick of this pain
That nothing can beat

I'm sick of myself
And I'm sick of you, too
I'm sick of us fighting
And YOU telling ME what to do

I'm sick of my weight
I'm sick of my wrist
I'm sick of cheap vodka
I wish I didn't exist

I'm sick of this nothing
I'm sick of everything, too
I'm sick of writing sad poems
So I'm officially through

We Die TonightThe cracks are covered with cellophane.
The hope is always out of reach.
And good memories seem to be
The only thing we can never keep.

The louder the scream, the less the sting,
Stopped working years ago.
So now our fractured lives hang in the air
And a note is left so our death is clear.

(Sleeping pills and masking tape
Surround us on the bed.
Coal burners and briquettes
Dance around in my head.)

Burning, keep on burning in the room
Then you'll find sleep comes easy
When your dreams are gone, too.
The hope is always out of reach,
So lay to rest as the door is closed.
Lick your lips for our last kiss.
Finally, we've made

I've became something am not.I've became something am not.

I hate you.
I am disappoint in you.
I can't stand you.
I am standing up to you.
I yell at you a lot.
I am not standing up for you anymore.
I don't care about you.
I do not want you around.

I can't help it.

I just can't deal with you people anymore.

OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.

…Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.

My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.

"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."

Of Little Girls and Old Womeni. Little Girls

Always tearing:

sundresses just
don't last on
adventurous girls.

Always drawing:

crooked hearts for
her first love --
eventually she will
learn she can't
marry her father.

Always swearing:

"I swear it!" Rubbing
one leg behind
the other as
guilty children do.
"I didn't hit him."

ii. Old Women

Always tearing:

using nail polish
as an adhesive in
church restrooms
to keep the
pantyhose from
ripping any further.

Always drawing:

every morning in
the mirror; new
eyebrows must be
made.

Always swearing:

"Oh damn! The
problem is I'm just
not attracted to
men my age
anymore."

Thy Bullet SaviorWhen will you learn, when will you see,
When will you not make a martyr of me?

Your blame is so false, your words are of pity,
Your face shows you hate me,
So why not come break me,
Go ahead,
I'm better of dead,

Better pray, so you might find yourself,
Your foolish and blind,
Your just wasting my time,
Your prays fall on deaf ears,
Because your god is gone,
He wanted to end it too,
Probably when he made you,

When will you learn, when will you see,
Your god damned hatred,
I stand to face it,
Cold heart was warm with toxins inside it,
I'll stand here and fight it,
The fire's ignited,

Your god is gone,
I say so long,
The la

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