Shooting Magnolias

There’s a girl outside on the corner
waiting. Waiting for someone to love her.
Someone to love her enough to give her
money so she can feed her growing family.

There’s a girl staring at a mirror. All she
sees looking back is ugly. She turns her face
in disgust. The hideous bruises and scars
are too hard to hide. Confined within the walls
of her own prison.

Everyday its the same routine.
Every night its the same cold dinner. A dinner
that’s been sitting for hours waiting to be
eaten. ‘Living with him’ she thinks, ‘is like
shooting magnolias’
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Distant Memories

Ink seeps from my pen, slowly
coating my hand as I spill it
onto this paper writing of distant
memories and people I’ve lost.

Its all I have left. Everyday, hanging
onto memories and people so far out
of reach.

These distant memories are my life
support. Drifting farther and farther
away, like a ship leaving port.

The same reveries sever my mind.
These distant memories and people
so far out of reach.
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Carpe Diem

Yesterday’s tomorrow is today.
Today is tomorrow’s yesterday.
And you haven’t moved, still sitting
on your couch. Your brain is melting
away and your life is slipping away.
Rise up, and seize the day. You only
get one life, do something useful.
Rise up, and seize the day.
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Gasoline Dreams

Gasoline dreams filled with flames and
smoke, burning everything to ash.

Gasoline dreams filled with cans and lighters.
Cans held by unknown hand.

Drenching the rooms and everything in them.
The cans crash to the floor, and a small flame
is lit. The gas ignites the flame and up it goes.

A violent reaction.
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