Stephen Howard

In this room I feel hopeless.
In the other room I see and feel darkness.
I retreat deeper into the hopeless room.
I can’t help but to think …
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A Freshman enters through the doors of an unfamiliar school.
He looks around trying to find a friendly face.
Now he wanders the halls looking for anyone to befriend.
Through the chaos of the hurried bodies, he sees her,
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A single tear arises in thine eye.
She walks away with a snow white scarf around her soft
neck.
Swallowing the remnants of pride
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A red rose petal slowly descends down to the earth.
Falling ever so slowly.
It floats down to meet its new embrace.
Yet the petal twists and turns;
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A field of green grass awaits me.
I have been on this grass before and it brought suffering and
anguish.
I wait for the pure colors of pink and red to cover all of the
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I have come knocking on your door again.
Through the empty halls we roam.
And into my trembling arms you fall
Standing in our embrace.
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Standing in your kitchen.
I await your answer.
Through the silence, a door breaks open.
You ignore my question.
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The eve of my death, a baby was born, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, a baby took her first stumbling steps, and this kept me
alive.
The eve of my death, a school bus filled with laughing children drove away,
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Greater do I feel today, above all other days,
Yet not one person sees me.
Normal do I feel today, like the rest of the days,
Yet not one person sees me.
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The crack of the unbroken spine,35 years
untouched.
This piece of genius was never held,
never explored.
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Standing at the foot of your bed.
I watch the monitors just above your head.
The sounds and lights begin to race.
I know that they do not run at a regular pace.
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I hide in my purple haze
because I fear what you will say.
Luckily,
I do not know where I am,
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O how I wish that I was simple
materialistic
O how I wish that I felt nothing
materialistic
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With a room full of smoke,
two sons appear through the haze.
One with a orange bottle,
and the other a cigarette.
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I wanted to walk with you down Fremont Street.
You only wanted to walk down the block,
and it was more of a stumble.
I wanted to show you off at Twisted Roots.
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Looking at it now
I can see it seeping through my thoughts

Long ago the facts would still remain
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You asked to bring your freedom
not from me or him and him
but the freedom to choose.
You asked my permission
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The road not taken led to a fallen tree
it led to the deepest parts of you
the parts which scared you true
but amongst the fungi and fallen leaves
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trim the silver to make gold
a perfect cut
never with flesh
but of the connecting tissue
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You were standing there answering questions about your truck
I was sitting down looking for questions to ask you later
he kept asking you question for which you had no answers
'How many miles does it have on it? '
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