You told me she had died in a hospital bed With her glasses on So that she could see Death properly And I picked away at my breakfast, Which was pancakes and strawberries, Trying to imagine Her squinting ahead at Him With her dying eyesight The pancakes were dry and store-bought And my plate was a pool of cold syrup And flavorless, Half-eaten strawberries When I had finished, And my hands were stained with the sweet blood And you took my place, Picking away at soggy crumbs.

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i can't find you.

it's eight minutes till two and half past disappointment. - hello, it's me again, sitting here thinking about you. i have my knees tucked into my chest and my chin resting upon them. my hair is falling in my eyes and my heart is falling into the ground. my fingers have turned blue from the cold of writing your name over and over again in cursive in the broken dimensions of us. it took me a while to realize that no matter how many times i scribble your name with my feeble hands, you are not going to come back. and it scares me. because it is almost three o clock and i can see my own pain in the air in front of me. - hello, it's me. just

A Key Point by bleusman, literature

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A Key Point

Hello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat. See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N – you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do. I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not unc

Stars and Cigarettes by Rieal-Dragonsbane, literature

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Stars and Cigarettes

Dear You, No one writes letters anymore, which is a pity because you can't burn an email from the ex. I might have told you that last night. Or maybe in a dream. Lying next to you, I dreamt of stars and smoke. The world is ending like you said it would. It's choking. I can't believe you weren't lying. When we met, I was drunk (something I regret). But intuition tells me that you wouldn't have said hello otherwise and I hate that. I hate you too. You told me all your secrets because you knew I wouldn't remember, but did you know I would remember just enough to want to beg for more? I remembered enough to crave the taste of stars. I hate y

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The Shoebox

I got a brand new heart today it's nice and shiny too... I'm gonna leave the wrapper on till I find the one girl who I'd like to share my new heart with... Oh look! That spot is blue! My new heart has accessories... love, joy, hope, and trust. I better read the instructions, I don't want the thing to bust. "Warning: Please read before you open" HA! It's not from toys 'r us. The Use and Care section tells me to "Give it plenty sun" "Don't over water your new heart, tears make the colors run." "Be careful who you share it with, your new heart's yield is: 1" "For best results use every day" That shouldn't be too hard. "There

Lilacs by pullingcandy, literature

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Lilacs

Stage four lung cancer, they said. Six months, at best. You held on for so long, chemotherapy jovially turning you from a white haired lady in to a wig topped moppet. Vitamin C treatments, pills, sleep. Doctors, hospitals, tears and upset stomachs. To make you feel better, we announced that I was pregnant with your eleventh grandchild, and we hoped to God in Heaven that you would meet her. And you did. You clutched her to you with the fierce passion of somebody who has created a life inside of them and spooned her cake on her first birthday...and a month later you faded away. When the call came, I was sitting on my living room floor. It wa

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