Words are Weapons

And so are ideas

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Go/Stay

Go.
I’m telling you right now
Chase after your love with
The speed of a wildebeest
Catch up to them and say
How much you enjoy not being
Able to breath around them
Tell them all the little stories
You were saving for a rainy day
Catch them before the taxi
Carries them away from you

Stay.
I may be sobbing on the floor
But please don’t think I adore
You any less, you are my rock
Please don’t leave
I need you to pick up the pieces
Of my dreams.

Go.
The time is now
Ask for a dance, laugh when
The person you love is tripping
Over their feet
Because at least when they fall
You can catch them
The same way you once caught me

Stay.
I can still feel your heartbeat
Pounding right next to mine
It’s so hard to let go of something
That once seemed as vital to me
As my own heart.

Go.
Leave me sobbing on the floor
You can’t lose this chance
You can’t miss this dance
To be with the one you adore

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Wanna see what this blog’s poetry person looks like? Here yah go! Please ignore the Weird look on my face; I haven’t slept in about 24 hours. So. Here you go guys.

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Burning

My heart is burning

Not from the hurts of the past
But from the hope of the future
I’ve never felt quite so alive

It makes me feel like I can do anything
Become anything I want
But all I want is to be with you
You don’t even have to love me
Just let me spend all eternity with you

There is a part of me that says I’m being foolish
That its never good to listen to feelings
But how can I ignore my heartbeat so
Loud in my ears like the beating of a drum
How can I when it drowns out my mind?

Just give me one good reason
To stay and to never walk away
And I’ll take it

My heart is burning

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Lucille’s Poem(Dressed)

I am dressed for a special occasion

Sirens scream with envy at my beauty

The monsters hide in their dens

At the corner of sanity and insanity in my mind

I still cannot believe it

That I am still here and everyone is gone

I smooth my green dress

And slide into the river, mussing

My perfect curls that glow in the sun

All of a sudden, the monsters awake

And the sirens grow quiet as I enter their realm

Legend tells of a young, trapped siren

Who used to live in this river

She used to lead young men to their death

And now it is I who will take her job

My mind yearns for company

Now that my body is still

-R.S.

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The Sun

I have written you out in metaphor
I have counted the numbers
They add up to four
Four is the color of your hair
And the color of your heart, so fair
I have written you out in metaphor
But I have never described your skin
I can sing about you attributes
About how you are so successful
And I am not
But that does not say ‘I love you’
The way you do
I have counted the numbers
They add up to four
Four months of blinding sun
And now four weeks of
Falling back into the exploding sun
Four months in between
Four months of emptiness
And it turns out you were
Just as broken as I was

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