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i.
i am sorry that public service announcements are somewhat ineffective. i am sorry that no matter how hard you try, you will not pass the fitness test. you cannot climb a rope. that is just silly.
ii.
i am sorry that your suspenders do not hold up your jeans. i did not know that twelve-year-old boys who are twenty-something on the outside were in need of giant elastic bands. they make large rubber bands, you know.
iii.
i am sorry that you always lose at monopoly. i am not sorry that you do not take my advice. i am sorry that you cannot breathe and the air jumps through you and you are a walking pogo stick with plastic bones. i am sorry i did not catch you, and i am sorry you have tubes up your nose.
let's pretend we are
five again, with no worries
and balls of rubber.
they dance and they crawl
onto the concrete, and they
roll down the hills of
putrid green and sad
grey. dead flowers are not easy
to forget. they are
not called forget-me-
nots; they are just called dead. dead,
with little holes in
their petals. like the
dreams of the twelve year
old boy, who will not
become a doctor,
or a scientist. he will
become a challenge.
he will play basketball
with the other boys who cannot
sleep in their beds alone.
he will plug the holes
through which the air flies.
he will never say never.
she asks him, "jonathan, are you okay?"
and he slowly moves his finger. his eyelids
flutter, just a tad, with such a peaceful
motion that even the most dainty birds could
not imitate. a tightrope walker could not even
mock the way this boy blinked, but they had a choice.
he did not.
i am sorry that public service announcements are somewhat ineffective. i am sorry that no matter how hard you try, you will not pass the fitness test. you cannot climb a rope. that is just silly.
ii.
i am sorry that your suspenders do not hold up your jeans. i did not know that twelve-year-old boys who are twenty-something on the outside were in need of giant elastic bands. they make large rubber bands, you know.
iii.
i am sorry that you always lose at monopoly. i am not sorry that you do not take my advice. i am sorry that you cannot breathe and the air jumps through you and you are a walking pogo stick with plastic bones. i am sorry i did not catch you, and i am sorry you have tubes up your nose.
let's pretend we are
five again, with no worries
and balls of rubber.
they dance and they crawl
onto the concrete, and they
roll down the hills of
putrid green and sad
grey. dead flowers are not easy
to forget. they are
not called forget-me-
nots; they are just called dead. dead,
with little holes in
their petals. like the
dreams of the twelve year
old boy, who will not
become a doctor,
or a scientist. he will
become a challenge.
he will play basketball
with the other boys who cannot
sleep in their beds alone.
he will plug the holes
through which the air flies.
he will never say never.
she asks him, "jonathan, are you okay?"
and he slowly moves his finger. his eyelids
flutter, just a tad, with such a peaceful
motion that even the most dainty birds could
not imitate. a tightrope walker could not even
mock the way this boy blinked, but they had a choice.
he did not.
Literature
Snare
& she prefered her hind leg caught in those
greedy teeth
her trapp-ed-ness : her happiness
his puncture marks & their bittersweet ooze
to hold her; to let her
in her last moments
belong to him
Literature
Gym Motivation
Running on an electric belt as if I'm running from all my troubles, and running towards my dreams. Music pumped up to the fullest, rushing through my ears, filling my head with bass and lyrics and motivation. It's my own time and my personal moment.. me-time.
For 30 minutes in my day, I can shut out the world and meditate within my mind as my body works hard with that crazy adrenaline rush.
All my stresses, my troubles and all the worry within me is fuel for motivating me to run faster, work harder.. don't look at the clock, keep running.
Better than any drug; it burns off my inner rage and at the same time, it benefits me, improves me, ma
Literature
aftermath
this morning my heart woke
me up to tell me you're taking
your piece with you when you go,
tugging at the distance as your
plane left the runway and i wrenched into
the darkness you left me for and i swore
i could see the stars falling down around me
the minute i said your name and it echoed,
my god, the syllables sunk deep into the pit
of my stomach and rested there like seeds,
watered by the nights i spent telling what was left
of me to forget all of you while my insides
tried to figure out how to be less, necessarily
it never worked. it never does when you
treat hearts like candy bars, like pieces
you deserve to break off
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i will have to get used to living my life without you, but i can't think of anything to compensate for the years i have to spend alone. i wish we could go back to the third grade and chase paper airplanes and melt our crayons.
i will just have to smile at the clouds.
sunshine yellow, just like you said.
i will have to get used to living my life without you, but i can't think of anything to compensate for the years i have to spend alone. i wish we could go back to the third grade and chase paper airplanes and melt our crayons.
i will just have to smile at the clouds.
sunshine yellow, just like you said.
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