surrounded by caffeine and smoke,
he painted his portrait
in the misty colors of his personal mythology
to obscure the bruises and scars
only visible to him.
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surrounded by caffeine and smoke,
he painted his portrait
in the misty colors of his personal mythology
to obscure the bruises and scars
only visible to him.
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thickly layered and fragile
she sat in her safe space
framed by the things she’d become.
jealous for never taking chances
or challenging her truths
made of glue and antiseptic.
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with the flowers quickly fading
and his parents passed,
he listened for their whisper through the rain
just to have some small hope
he wasn’t alone.
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he hides himself away
in a corner where nobody can see
he never bleeds,
he never heals.
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with no thoughts or prayers
he packed up his stuff
and walked through the door of his own secret self,
turning back momentarily to watch
the leaves fall on his bed.
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hurting people hurt people,
so before starting to throw rocks
at windows that can’t be repaired…
let me catch your tears
and wash away the pain
that will heal over time.
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the unseen forces
that conspired to guide him,
calmed his inner chaos
and took him to the
other side of silence
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looking out at his life
through the end
of an old rolled-up newspaper,
his clarity imprisoned…
could not see his anger
was being viewed from the wrong direction.
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sitting in his chair of discouragement
weaving individual threads of pain,
he created a blanket of
sadness scrawling across the floor.
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feeling unnoticed,
he continued to put himself in the
way of his own beauty.
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