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I used to spend my nights
In the Patterson’s tree-house
That’s where you could see the stars the best
And it made me happy to be there
To feel pressed up against the sky
Arms out
So the constellations could push against my chest and eyelids
The way it feels when you’re floating in the lake
I loved those nights
When time couldn’t touch me because my skin was too soft
But it isn’t now, and
I don’t go up to the tree-house anymore because I am too old for tree-houses and sky-hugs and stars for that matter
Because we are chemical creatures
We pick our own poisons and yours is, and mine is
Not that deadly (but we’re still dying)
Please, take it with a stiffer smile
Than the one you wore
And I don’t even know if the tree-house is still there anymore
And it makes me wonder if the stars are gone too
In the Patterson’s tree-house
That’s where you could see the stars the best
And it made me happy to be there
To feel pressed up against the sky
Arms out
So the constellations could push against my chest and eyelids
The way it feels when you’re floating in the lake
I loved those nights
When time couldn’t touch me because my skin was too soft
But it isn’t now, and
I don’t go up to the tree-house anymore because I am too old for tree-houses and sky-hugs and stars for that matter
Because we are chemical creatures
We pick our own poisons and yours is, and mine is
Not that deadly (but we’re still dying)
Please, take it with a stiffer smile
Than the one you wore
And I don’t even know if the tree-house is still there anymore
And it makes me wonder if the stars are gone too
Literature
A Prior Engagement
You are etched in my brain.
I hear your voice,
remember your habits,
recall our time together.
And I feel no pain.
no longing
little regret
If only we knew.
that all we'd done was grow up,
maybe
we could have
spared ourselves
but we fought,
and we lied.
We gnashed teeth,
and made promises
we didn't understand,
or didn't want to keep.
For what purpose?
Literature
Good Night
it started with “good night”
and the way you stopped saying it
and I told myself it was because
you were too tired
too weary
too worn
and I made it okay
then I stopped being your “good morning”
and everyone else saw you first
and I told myself it was because
you were too busy
too popular
too distracted
and I made it okay
now it ends with “good bye”
and it's not a cry for attention or a ploy for your love
you can tell yourself it's because
I'm too needy
too jealous
too much
but I gotta make it, okay?
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Take the Risk, Don't Be Stuck Forever.
Stuck. I am stuck. Stuck in writing. Stuck in life. I am stuck. I want to write. I need to write. But I don't know what to write. What to write about. What to do. Where to go. Where do I go from here, what's the next step. I know what I want. So go get it. Not that simple. Why? Other people. Other people getting in my way. That's never stopped you. This time it is. Why? Because it's not up to me. Of course it is, it's your life. Not when it involves someone else's life too. Explain. No. Explain. You won't understand. Try. Make me. I'm not going to make you do anything. And why not, don't you understand that's half of what I want. You want me
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Absolutely beautiful, so nostalgic. The metaphors are so unique and wonderful. It's sad but not melodramatic. I think you did a fantastic job.