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  Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
Cori Bud
I wish I could remove all the
crooked, scratched, and charred puzzle pieces of our past
and replace them with
clean, pure ones that reflect nothing but kindness.

I wish I could take back all the hostile words we said
melt them down into a *** of black ink
and rewrite our conversations
to speak of the basic truth that we love each other.

I wish I could turn every shove and kick and slam of door
and re-route the energy into a good action
a hug or me making brownies for you
because they are your favorite.

Every day I will do this in my mind because
I do not want to live a life without you and
I want to believe there is hope in our relationship and
because you are my mother.
  Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
wolf mother
writing a poem about how you really feel
is perplexing, perturbing
when you do not know
whether you feel a thing at all

numbness or coldness
dramatics or monotone
i am one of two extremes
neither allowing them to see
the space in between
that holds the truest emotions i am incapable of expressing
the truest emotions i am incapable of exerting
i am incapable of knowing
  Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
  Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
Levi Andrew
It's like I realized that way down inside, I've always been lonely for something.
But, I don't know what for.
It's like everybody in the world wants something.
Only they never really know exactly what it is - they just keep finding out what it's not.
You know how, when you turn the TV off or you come out of some concert, and everything feels empty?
Like you thought that it'd be what you wanted then wasn't?
it is hell
to have loved someone-
to know you love them
right now, still-
so much and for so long,
and to realize
you don't actually feel
them loving you back.

if you turn onto
a one-way street
in the wrong direction,
it is still dangerous,
against the law
even if you didn't see the sign.
and just because i love
and my love is accepted
does not mean
i'm on a two-way street.

now i'm crushed.
between metal and metal
i'm crushed. in flashes,
when you speak, i see
myself chewed between your teeth.

so when you light up when you smile
when i say in some way that
i love you, you are also
the oncoming headlights,
appearing suddenly,
coming at me on the highway.
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