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I miss you
Now you only exist through photographs
     And I wonder if you smile between the frozen moments I see of you
   I plead its true
          Cause I'm bleeding new negatives of myself
    But the only pain I've felt was putting you on a shelf
                 I can't see it any different
    I think of you an infant and now I see you crawling and I wanna call your momma but I wonder if it matters and when to cut ties
     I cut all the veins until most of it died
     I got blood on my hands but most of it dried
  Somehow the blood mixed with filth and a vine grew inside
      And I wonder if I can touch your face if I climb

        *
When is all lost?
When its all tossed aside and goes out with the tide?
                   I need a vanilla sky to make a horizon and bring back the water
             Meanwhile I hear mommas having a daughter and I want her to be a doctor automatically
     Cause success is something none of us ever got to see
 Dec 2015 Kelly Hogan
J
Dark
 Dec 2015 Kelly Hogan
J
I used to be afraid of the dark.
I felt like it would surround me
Choke me
Trap me
I could always see long fingered monsters
in the shadows about
to ****** me away.
But it's different now,
I long for it to surround me
Embrace me
Hide me
It blocks out everything
and softens it
Like a think blanket or
an old book
I've made peace with its silence
and I've come to realize
that the world scares me more than any monster.
 Dec 2015 Kelly Hogan
J
I like the fog,
I like that it blurs everything
in the distance,
and that it gives my thoughts
soft edges.
It lets me know the small space
around me
Like it is saying,
Don't look
at anything but the red break lights
ahead of you.
Let the world disappear into
streetlights
 Dec 2015 Kelly Hogan
MeganW
She was like your first breath of air after coming up from underwater, and now I'm drowning.
My head, my heart, they are empty,
producing, containing nothing.
Yet, they are stuffed to the max,
flooding with thoughts, emotions, worries, hopes.
How can one be so empty, yet so full?
I am a ghost existing,
alive and dead in this twisted world.
They drain us of vitality and fill us with emptiness.
We are the lost.
Don’t bother looking for us,
we are already gone, found.
when i sit
at a table
with people
i know
dont want me

when i drink
can after can
cup after cup
of electricity
and anxiety

when i dont
want to go home
but cant stay
here

when its after one am
and im still crying
out of my eyes
and out of my arms
and my legs
and my stomach


when i want to run
in all directions
at once

when i sing

when i speak

i feel
myself crawling
out of my skin
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