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It (noun) (Definition by You) Nothing, really. I’ve just been down recently. I’m fine- Winter comes and so does It. You know it’s not a big deal, your friend has had It, your brother had It last summer, it’s not as bad as when they had It. It’s not a big deal, really. But everything seems covered and you can’t see past It. It’s not a big deal. Your brother comes home from college for winter break and you spend all day with him. He is happy, happier than you’ve ever seen him. Maybe it’s because he escaped from you- He’s happy. He leaves for dinner and suddenly you are alone. It fi

It's 11:11 Make a wish She couldn't sleep At night Insomnia the doctors called it It's fine she called it Pills were empty capsules And it was three months Before one dissolved in her mouth Sleep dawn afternoon dusk midnight Making up for lost time she said I'm so lonely I said Addicts can be victims too She said It was a small town Not enough space for All the lost souls Home she called it A prison I called it Too many memories in a simple park Too many tears on a rocky beach She couldn't leave Maybe she felt comforted by the Pressure all the time Everyone is a family she said I want to leave I said There's no running from home She said

Caught a man in the garden Catch him scratch him let him go Bury the white picket fence underground To stop the worms from getting in Turn his mind into your home Caught a man in the ground Catch him scratch him let him go Sin after sin hook and sinker again and again Mockingbirds as bait nails as hooks Take his heart and never let it go Caught a man in the walls Catch him scratch him let him go Think you're winning with your grinning Did the mask fall off or did he change Nail polish as eyeshadow snapped veins as earrings Caught a man in the house Catch him scratch him never let him go

bottles clinking in your purse and the fridge overflowing from empty poison jars you can’t bear to throw away just in case there's still a tiny drop left flowery perfume and packs of gum can’t hide the stench of death clinging to you the moon picked your ribs out one by one and used them as toothpicks as you drank yourself to oblivion your kid tried a sip once and choked all the way to his new foster home drinking tar to fill the cracks in your heart won’t make you love yourself again trying to stay in the yellow lines after almost kissing the stop sign slurring curses and swears won’t drown out the sound of a clin

Mother said he was a strong boy, a big boy And at dinner he poured his milk glass down the drain It's nearing December now And you didn't drink enough milk Mother said he was a real man, a young man And at night he stared at glowing plastic stars Bought for a dollar a packet in the clearance section Of a shady retail shop in a backwood outlet Mother said he was a sick boy, a dying boy And your bones were turning to yellow mush filling Your hair was turning black as you got older And now it sits in the bottom of a black trash bag Mother said he was a dead boy, a gone boy And it took two extra days to prepare you for your bit-sized

there was once a girl and a star and it was doomed from the start. this is how it goes 1. I was not an artist No pretty paintings or full sketchbooks But I had Self-decay down To an art 2. When I was 10 I liked a girl For the first time Love was simple You are kind to someone And they are kind to you back But I’ve learned that kindness Won’t get you anywhere When I was 10 I looked up to God To see what was wrong with me And he answered With half the world wishing me dead And the clouds raining down With their laughter 3. When will you get a boyfriend? My grandfather asks Fucking never I think But I say I don’t know I'm