october
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The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flewto southern Israel to predate on soft targets.Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew.Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud.
This disease can come out of nowhere, and can try to take everything from you.
It is understandable to cry and to think about why this had to happen to you.
Do you know?
Many months ago,
When it was still summer,
Sun high and mighty,
Flowers in full bloom,
The foliage over the hills,
Waters fresh in rivulets,
Birds still chirping free,
Zues, the captain of the football team
Iris, the prettiest most popular girl, with a smile like a beam.
Eros, the charm and spell cast upon them.
The seasons are all changing, the schedule of the day is rearranging.
It's finally time to put the shorts away, and to bring the sweaters out for the cold days.
It was her coffin she carved
One of wood and one of stone
But it’s the day she died
That still lies quite unknown
I was taught by my parents how to see the world
Mama says please when she asks for something and I say please too
Mama hides in plain sight and so do
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last october
english class
our gaze meets
you smile and turn away
this moment, haunting my thoughts for days on end
I twist everything I've heard you say
making myself believe you like me
Because you're a monster
You try to tear me down
When I try to get back up
You take my joy
When I feel happy
You whisper things in my ear
When I was vulnerable
You destroyed my life
find me again in october let the cold winter windsstart to howlface me again now that it's overand free me from the same days belowtrace my roadmapi've drawn on my skinand remember that
The butterflies will soon turn to ashes, to just an empty feeling inside,
You stare in the mirror.
"Take the blade," he whispers.
"do it, just one cut. No one's stopping you."
One cut, two.
Surrounded by my brothers
And yet I am alone.
We grew together, weather storms
And cuddled amongst parched leaves.
We are strewn across the fields
Halloween is here
We love this holiday my dear
Pumpkins are carved, treats are bought, and the decorations are hung
All that must be done
Is to put a costume on
Witches in their pointy hats
When you look out through the window pane,
Your deepest fears run through your brain.
Just don't blink your eyes.
A demon with a diabolical grin-
The odor of putrescent skin.
Just feel the cool breeze blowing gently all around, and listen to the warm-colored leaves scatter gently across the ground
What I’m Thankful For
When asked to speak, I figured, hey! This will be easy.
As I began to think of what to say, I grew slightly queasy.
Run in circles like a mouse in a trap.
Squeak, squeak: "I’m a victim. Everyone else is a cat
Playing with the end of my tail. "
Only the strongest shall avail.
My great great uncle fried potatoes every night
for his pet dogs to eat.
He was never married.
On rainy days, there is a chill
that prickles the hair on my arms
and seeps into my bones.
You’ve listened to stories of Hallows Eve
a night of scares and sweets
The story you haven’t heard
(some may think it’s quite absurd)
Only now, the sky so blueClearly shines his radiant hueTo contrast with his crystal hintOrange, red, and golden tint.Bold at first, the branches bareEnvisage bright the weather fair,
Between ice cold lemonade and hot cocoa,
I am human,
While bundling up due to the breeze,
I think thoughts such as these.
