Half Past Poems

I witnessed her without her armor
I witnessed her as she was before the day was started
I witnessed her curls of hair before she straightened them
I watched her cry as others spoke out against her
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i really should be sleeping right now..
instead i am in my pajamas
sitting in an old lawn chair on the front lawn
it's 4: 42 in the morning
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i broke the water to our new birth born

all stem and petal without a thorn
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starched, ironed, and pressed
standing at attention
clothes clean and crisp
as the morning air
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embers still smoldering
as flakes of me blow in the breeze
a pile of charred and burnt parts
left to bake into nothingness
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i didn't really much pay them any heed
i really didn't notice them even from afar
i never gave them my time nor energy
those friends of my friends
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eight angles he slides into nothingness
careening n churning with lazy finesse
blood splattered arms and bandages over hole
dug from dull razor set to tear out his angry soul
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i lay my head down softly upon my pillow
memories fade in and out
some in black and white
others in color
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