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  Dec 2015 jls
Holly Nicole
Stop and breathe
It isn't worth it
Try and pull back
I know how the tunnel vision works
I've been there
I've seen the darkness
But I promise,
There is a light
You may not know right now
With anxiety high as the sky
Listen to me now
Focus on one voice-
The valleys are as beautiful as the mountains
Take a step away
Make a little distance
Breathe the cold, fresh air
I promise
I promise you'll see it
There is a light, beyond the horizon
Just keep climbing
A note to myself, or anyone needing, from myself. You'll get there.
jls Jun 2015
Loving you was
the veins full of
Percocet,
Bad decisions and empty words.
Used our pasts to cure our presents,
Or to numb the pain
Enough to make it to sunrise.

Loving you was
The liquor lies we told
That burned my throat raw
When they asked about us.
Silent swears and repentance.
"Tomorrow."
jls Apr 2015
War
can be like
love.
Gun shells and slamming doors
like confusing
apologies for ammunition.
trading
one life for the other.
Me?
or
You?
What are we fighting for?
starving countries.
Our hearts are
arsenals tucked behind closed minds.
Are you getting tired of the
shattering hearts and insults.
It started with
You.
((Now read bottom to top.))
jls Apr 2015
I am a mixed drink of contradictions.
My blood runs in two different directions.
One toward poverty,
the other toward power.
They both run out of fuel too quickly.

I am your midnight lover,
made up of hallucinations and desperate
attempts at sanity.
Always falling short of falling in love,
while falling between you and the bottle.

I am a broken record stuck in place;
repeat, repeat, repeat.
Impossible to move on.
Never learn from your mistakes,
just learn to make better ones.
jls Mar 2015
I never understood
how flowers grew through concrete
until I saw the smile slice through your sad eyes.

And your voice echoed
like screams in an empty corridor
after losing the only thing that mattered to you.

You wore your pride like a crown,
didn't let anyone tear you down
but sometimes the throne was too much pressure.

You poisoned your spectators
slowly, like secondhand smoke
before giving them a breath.

Consequences do not apply
when your arrogance is blind
and you play the man in the sky.

But you will fall to your knees
because it's Judgment Day,
and you're the world's biggest sinner.
Took an odd turn. Hope it was an okay one.
jls Mar 2015
She was beautiful.
You can tell by how she
introduces herself;
says her name as if it it
something worth grieving over.

She was beautiful,
before the broken teeth and bruises
that painted her skin
an unnerving shade of red and purple.

She was beautiful,
then came the biopsies, radiation and hair loss.
But mostly, it's the little box
she sleeps in every night.

She was beautiful,
before her husband packed away her defiance
and pumped submission into her veins.

She was beautiful,
I swear it.

Hell, she still is.
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