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Sciamachy

Walking down to school today—I hear one of those demons calling my name

Vapors whisper through my head

Sweetly they croon, wishing me dead

Daring me, they challenge, say, “what’s left to keep you here this way?” 

Knees buckle, I start to roam,

Thoughts race to every sickness I’ve ever known

Family ties, promises muddled, every tear fallen to the floor, puddled.

But when before I’d give into these secret fears,

Something stands within me, up out of the years.

Banishing this curse, this plight. 

Worries that keep me up at night 

They will never become me. I will never give in. 

I can still hear them whisper, “just let me win”

But bloodlines are a fickle thing

I’ll put an end to this suffering. 

Raise the chalice to my lips

I will not drink from it. 

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Flames

   Of course the day after I promise to post everyday my family practically blows up. Trying to hold it together. I didn’t get the chance to take a breather let alone write, but here’s an old, silly poem I wrote awhile ago because I don’t want to give up. I’m worried, and honestly scared, but I will not let that control me. We will be okay. 

Trying to sway my hands in a way that somehow seems melodic. 

You watch me enchanted as I utter condolences to that iguana who died last week.

I know he thinks I’m fancy but really I’m ok. 

Because that iguana didn’t care if his tail was on fire, he barely felt a thing.

So why do you expect me to keep on singing when I’m just like that stupid iguana.

Spinning in circles amazed at the flames burning me alive.

[2013]

I wanted to add that I thought I was pretty edgy back then, but honestly I can’t say I wouldn’t write something similar today and also think it was extremely edgy, so. What can you doooo.