When our father died,
My brother was 4,
To the viewing
He wore a batman costume:
Cape, mask, and all.
So, that he could fly up to the heavens.
Our mother dies.
He’s 26,
He wears a different kind of cape:
White shirt, black tie
Shoulders back, head high,
Standing in the same room.
Oh, the relief it would be
To give him back his innocence,
To lift the weight of grief.
He is so strong,
He and I against the world,
I would carry it all for him.
So, that he could learn to fly again.
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Hey you,
Up there,
Yea you,
Don’t look away,
It won’t work.
I see everything
That’s right,
You think about it
Up there,
But you feel it
Down here.
I control if a thought
Lingers with ache
Or washes over you
With joy.
I’m the key to your
Moral compass,
Always a pulse away
From empathy
Or dissociation.
I don’t always get
Things right,
But I’m usually on beat.
You can argue
Any case,
I am always
The jury,
But I know
What you can live with.
I’m a diary that
Doesn’t need to be written,
But I’m what puts the soul
In your poetry.
It’s not a contest,
Your cinematic imagery
Works in harmony
With my vibes,
Elevating their weight.
So don’t forget
I’m here,
When it’s hard,
I’m not being cruel,
But I know what
You need
To be you.
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I don’t have any fight
left in me.
I find myself saying Yes,
my soul saying No.
I keep forcing the battle
into a MMA cage,
My heart still comes bruised,
rusty and wasted.
The only sign outside
are the half moon
dents implanted
in the palm of my hand.
I’m so tired,
Wanting to stay
in my bed tired,
my face in a pillow.
I need a release.
Something more than
shattering a wall
of disappointment.
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You
have
my heart.
I
just need
your name.
Whisper
it in
my ear,
so
my heart
can sing.
Write
it in
my palm,
So
you touch
my soul.
You
have
a home,
in
my
imagination,
give
me
a key,
to
allow
my eyes,
the
ability
to decieve,
my
mind
that won’t,
believe
you
would be,
here
for
me.
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I float above the skies,
where I am untouchable.
I am finally somewhere
you have to look up to me.
You can’t escape my tears.
The more I need,
the bigger that they become,
so that you feel like drowning.
The pain comes in low rumbles,
clouding your sight of all light.
until only my image can appear,
a constant reminder.
The worst is yet to come.
When you can do nothing
but look until your eyes hurt,
flowers will grow in spite of
the wallowing bird songs.
A sign that I am all gone
except for the mark that
I finally made on your heart.
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Total Disregard
When I’m treated like a person
With no head or mind
It’s a parody
How you don’t think I see her
Apparently blind
Already a child
Of a single parent life
I know the clear signs
The slow rolling tears
Are proof that I live in fear
The nightmare is real
How I live with this
Uncontrollable control
Calm before the storm
Don’t even speak to me
About how I deal with my
Heart’s crumbling pieces
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They started out sitting across from each other, but by the end of the hour they were sitting side by side. Giggling and enjoying each others company too much to notice the empty seats and deserted mugs of coffee around them. Her hands twitching nervously in her lap. His leg across his knee bouncing. The chemistry humming around them in an aurora that is invisible to only them. As it comes time for them to go their separate ways, they each keep avoiding the inevitable.
He makes a move to stretch his arm out behind her along the back of the leather booth. She unconsciously starts to tap her right foot as he moves closer to her side. Her body’s response to the excitement and nerves of what that move could mean.
Silences coming more often now.
They start analyzing everyone else in the cafe, a person’s shoes, what they are reading, a couple arguing in the corner. Every little thing to take the pressure off of them. Overlooking the perfect moment they are in. Two young hearts that have found a comrade for the first time. Hearts vibrating with the unmistakability of what is going to occur.
He smiles when she laughs, she blushes with a compliment.
She now moves to lean into his shoulder, he looks down and smiles as if they have sat that way forever.
She moves to sit up again but he keeps her there with his hand on her shoulder. She looks surprised but melts at his touch back into her spot. He reached and took her hand in her lap, turning it over and playing with her fingers. She watched for a moment before turning her head to his. As he leaned in and gave her a small kiss, their bodies were completely still.
People chatter. A child runs away from its mother. A girl is engrossed in the world that her novel is providing.
No one aware of the rare act taking place in front of them.
But me.
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