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 Apr 2018 eric calabrese
Jay
in millions of years
archaeologist might stumble across
our ruins

causing scientist to write articles in illustrated magazines
theories absolve about the daily hustle and the upcome of this astounding structure
analysing the time it took to build it up

and most debated
what caused this empire
to fall

ted talks might be made
seminaries held
books written about the findings
and fiction movies about the people in it

paintings of the sun
resting on our fallen streets
purchased and hung in bedrooms
in family homes

in time
tourists will walk across these grounds
on guided tours
special times during the day

after decades
most scientist will move on
only the most devoted ones will linger
'we can only guess' they will say
appearing in interviews from time to time
'because the only ones who knew
are long gone.

left are only ruins of the past
and forgotten dreams of a once so cherished future'
i know we saved what we could for a possible future but there is a devastating good chance we may not ever return to us
I want to hold your hand a little bit longer
Kiss you a little bit longer
Sleep with you a little bit longer
Think about you a little bit longer
Talk to you a little bit longer
Because, I Love You
I love You baby <3
 Apr 2018 eric calabrese
Meteo
Don't tell Elon Musk,

but...

You can power a starship with her smile.
 Apr 2018 eric calabrese
verse
Mental health is different.
It holds different thoughts, different values, different insecurities.
In some it is the manifestation of not being pretty or smart
The feeling of being alone or unable to say,

Please.

For medical students, it is the trauma we see in the hospital
The problems we hear
The conditions we learn about
It is the recognition of symptoms, the knowing of the unknown
It is the pressure of exams, the pressure of constant competition with those you love, hate and.

Fear.

It is the comparison of z values and centiles, ranks and scores
It is the absence of,

“hey, how are you today?”
I'm sorry I'm debris,
I collect in the corners
slowly cluttering,
until you bonk your toes
against me,
but never enough to pick up
and toss out.
This feeling is prickly,
constantly picks at me.

I'm sorry
I can't shake it,
it has grabbed hold, twisted around
my intestines.
The worst is, I know that it's empty--

that it's an old enemy,
who used to claw at me,
since grown tired,
now gathered it's wits
to come back,
commit more atrocities.
I hope it won't tear you

from me.
This was written on a rough night.

Daniel Magner 2017
 Apr 2017 eric calabrese
Emmie Jo
Why is it so hard
To say
Im not okay
I beg everyday for someone to ask if im okay
Becuase im not
I can spill my thoughts out of my gaping mouth
And it would feel so nice
But
When im asked if im okay
I say
“Yes. im just a little tired”
And i am
Tired of a locked door.
Her tears still lingered on my collarbone
The sobs that wracked her body still linger
The soft plee of "let me stay" unspoken
Her mother arrived
The car started
It drove away taking her with
"I'll see you tonight" I promised
I will see her
I promise
Peering through crimson curtains,
Into the life of someone new.
Peeling away their layers,
Until all becomes black, just like you.
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