Erased
Sometimes I wish I could
wipe away my memories of you.
Like writings on a chalkboard.
Leaving nothing behind but
fine white dust
and faded broken outlines.
But I know that even if my mind
could somehow be erased…
I’d still remember
every part of your face.
New Day
Declared
How did it feel
when your mind left your body…
and you were declared dead.
Those stunning green eyes
once filled with life…
now hidden by those
black, fixed pupils.
Your every orifice
now holds tubes…
only to preserve
what’s left of you.
But not for you.
For someone deserving
of life…
or perhaps a second chance.
Now we sit here…
listening to these constant,
sharp, monitoring beeps…
my paperwork completed.
Soon the harvesters will take you
for your last salvageable parts…
like crops in a sterile field.
Brain-dead… yet still very much alive.
So was it worth it?
That one last fucking high?
At the Lake
Sunflower
Outnumbered
Over time
my flaws
and faults
seemed to overpower
any and all of
my strengths
and successes...
And I began to
feel hopelessly
outnumbered
by myself.
Summer Can Stay
Buttercup
Boxed
I feel like we all try
to fit ourselves inside of a box.
A simple, square, basic box.
A box where we fit,
try to fit,
or pretend to fit…
But anyway we look at it
it’s still a fucking box.
So are we supposed to stay
inside the box we wind up in?
Or do we work our hardest
to get out of it?
AO Poetry 
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