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neverhe looks at her
curled up on the couch
tears on her cheeks
like she's something broken
used-up and discarded
then cast aside
she opens her eyes,
reaches out to him
he pretends not to notice
just turns around
and walks out the door
never looking back
just can't be saved
the meaning of life?She is heartbreakingly beautiful (caramel hair, ocean eyes) and much too young. She clings grimly to her two little boys and a strap as the bus bounces along. They are bundled up, but she is wearing only jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt. She has a small, homemade tattoo on her wrist, scratchy letters spelling out Isaac.
The younger boy can barely stay standing. He cant be much older than two, and shes having trouble holding on to him. I smile and offer to take him and she gratefully hands him over.
Whats your name? I ask, and he shyly hides his face.
Hes Aaron, and this ones Luke, she says. Im Anna.
Hes adorable, I reply as he cuddles up to me.
They can really be a handful, she sighs.
The bus jolts to a stop and a crowd of people file off. She sits in one of the vacated seats, pulling the older boy into the seat next to her.
Sometimes I wish I
bombardier's eyeshe got his sense of humor shot off in one battle or another, he said.
he lost his innocence somewhere in the desert -
killed a man under the endless sky;
watched blood spill and be absorbed by bleach-white sand
he lost his faith about the same time -
would a benevolent god watch idly
while children starved to death in the streets of a war-torn city?
he left home a boy, and he returns a man
changed, for better or worse
his family doesn't even know him anymore
his eyes are blue, the color of faded denim -
why second chances never workhe offers rainbows and sunsets and fairytale weddings
while lying next to her in a cheap motel
she turns her face to the wall and asks him to go
he tells her he loves her until the words lose their meaning
become dead weight, random noises dropping like stones from his mouth
she tells him over and over that she doesn't return the feeling
he sends her yellow roses every day
because he knows they're her favorites, a memory leftover from happier times
they brighten the dumptster behind her building every night
she loved him once, too long ago, but things have changed.
technosocietywe live in a world
we dream of a world
and the sun
but we are stuck
in our dystopian
of a society
trapped in a prison
of our own
just let me fly.
finding atlantisthe water is sweet,
her only friend.
she lets herself sink
into unknown worlds
breathing is unnecessary,
as the water wraps her
time stretches endlessly
one moment is forever
she is at peace
as her toes brush the bottom
she begins to notice
the burning in her lungs
muscles coil like springs,
she pushes off, rockets upwards
trailing bubbles to the surface
someday she will go
and stay forever
feeding vampiresshe smiles down at me
as she sticks the needle in
crimson trickle flows
i try not to watch
but somehow it ensnares me
as it fills the tubes
so i close my eyes
and let myself drift away
on the ruby tide
losingi don't understand what's happening
we used to spit off bridges, drop pennies off buildings
we used to fly down the highway at midnight, a hundred miles an hour in the wrong lane
we used to spin around and around until we were so dizzy we could barely stay standing
we used to be like family
last time i saw you, you spit in my face and walked away
last time i heard of someone dying on that highway, i thought of you and cried
last time i started missing you, i drank until the world spun
last time i saw you, i couldn't stand it
now i stand on bridges, on buildings, wondering what it would be like to jump
now i drive aimlessly, cruising through the night, even though i can't afford the gas
now i sit behind glass and watch the world spin outside
now i have to try too hard to remember you as you were and not as you are
maybe someday this will all make sense.
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