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 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
L Curley
Pain
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
L Curley
I wish that pain dried up
Like puddles left by summer showers
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
Ryan Bates
Dark
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
Ryan Bates
As you lie awake in bed
See the rich warm blackness.
Let my voice cradle you with it's
Deep and soft tones and lay
Down your head and
Feel the thick night under
Your blankets and sink
Deeper into your long awaited
Honey-sweet covers and close your
Weighted eyelids as the
Movie of your day replays and
Hear my voice calm you as
You slip into the dry velvet river that
Carries you into the starless and
Cloudless perfect soft blackness just
Lie there in comfort and try

Not to think of all the
Monsters that come out in
The **Dark
Sweet Dreams
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
Ryan Bates
Remember the good things,
Forget the bad.
Don't pretend they didn't happen,
Just don't let them make you sad.
There are millions of memories,
Waiting to be had.

The best times are waiting,
The good times have past.
So remember the good things,
So the rest is not that bad
We all have rough patches and things don't always go the way we want, but we can either cling to what went wrong, or soar with the things that turned out right.
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
Ryan Bates
His hands turn the pages,
His eyes read the books.
His throat makes the sounds,
His lips form the words.

His feet shuffle forward,
His car goes to and fro.
His fingers type at a desk
click clack click clack
His pockets hold the checks.

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His body is all accounted for.
His work is done for the best of the best.
His mind is off at rest.
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
AS
children
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
AS
How do you explain

to your children that the

horrors of the world are real?

How will I tell my son, We

found a place you can call home but

your bus might not make it to school.

Do not look too Jewish in this part of town

Do not play in the train station

Do not get used

to the weight

of a machine gun.

Or look my

daughter in the eye and say, someday

you might say “no” and someone stronger than you might

not listen

You will not tell me

Know that this happens a lot

Know that your wrists pinned against a

backboard will

echo in the way you move your hands

for as long as you let it

But

human hands aren’t as heavy as metal shackles

And I’m so sorry

but I won’t be able to

take the weight for you

You’ll wake up in the morning

That I can promise you

You’ll wake up

and your lungs will fill with air

whether you tell them to or not.

One day

I will hold someone

small, with my face

and they’ll cry and I’ll say,

*I know.

I know you’re tied with little yarn strings to the last life

I know it hurts to be here and

(honestly)

you’re never going back

But

the older you get the less you’ll remember

what it was like

before you had a body

when you were made of ash and infinite light

You’ll convince yourself you live here and

that your hands are you,

But remember that once you were boundless

Inside my body, without yours.
 Feb 2014 Anna Falls
oh me oh my
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.

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