And a study guide for my history test Thursday with 155 very broad topics on what is promised to be a very specific test. I believe the man feeds off the failure of lesser beings.


Moonlight ManI did this to him I showed him dreams and then watched his eyes as they burned I held his hand and told him to jump Then let go before we hit the bottom I saw his light and his life and wanted it for myself I had a missionMoonlight Man
Leave nothing that resembles a man. He lies curled and despondent on cold bathroom tile Cursing wrong words that never should have been spoken and right words that were never heard He was an angel boy once Filled with wide-eyed innocence and white-light ambition Now he breathes in shadowed doubt and breathes out tarred disappoin


If We Had...Dear Henry,If We Had...
If things had worked out this is where we would be. You would be an Army officer and the word "Hooah" would be our household motto. You would leave for a twelve-month tour two weeks after I made a special dinner to tell you what I great father you were going to get the chance to be. When you left I would hold back the tears because I'm supposed to be proud but really I'm just scared. I would find support groups to get me through the lonely months of cleaning and re-cleaning already spotless rooms praying that the phone won't ring. I would call up your twin brother to hold my hand while I give birth to your first child


Closet FreakShe's a weekend masochist A closet freak She wants someone to steal her heart Rip it to pieces with jagged nails and calloused fingers She dreams of skin laced with fresh pink scars and newly raised skin She thinks the most beautiful eyes are those bloodshot from crying symphonies She holds her breath driving through tunnels and prays that one day one tunnel will be one car length too longCloset Freak
I tried to save her with soft touches, satin words, and healing embraces
but her eyes lit up when my skin became mottled with green-grey bruises and my cheeks were flushed from struggling to brea


pray she doesn't knowhello,pray she doesn't know
i think i scream your name in my sleep, because my mother keeps asking who you are.
she looks at me with knitted brows and a hand halfway orbiting my shoulder. i think she is afraid to touch me,
and her eyes look a little funny when she says your name- it sounds so wrong, thick and congealed as it spills from her tongue and over her teeth.
i want to ask her what i've been saying- have i been screaming? murmuring? sobbing?
i don't know if i should know,
but her half-painted pink fing
Fireflies

Love in the MarginsI loved you in the margins of life; In those snatched moments when I was supposed to be doing other things And you were supposed to be other places. I loved you in the unfinished sentences, The cut classes and the half-drunk beers. I loved you before they told me I could, Before some of them told me I shouldnt And far before any of them knewLove in the Margins
Exactly who we were.
I loved you in a way that hurt my eyes, And left me with all the little blind spots I never expected to receive,
Though I knew staring into starshine
Would never do me well.
&nbs
Duel
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The place where all the good times,
They grow and grow.
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