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Dear whoever you are,
We met on a ship heading to somewhere. You challenged me to a race, and I smirked when I won.
Together we strolled through the arcade, watching kids play and asking employees if they could for once not stuff the plush animals in so tightly in the claw machines.
The elevators were glass. You waved to me. I waved back. You followed me or I followed you, either way we both ended up in a computer room as I was writing to a faraway friend about your smile.
The ship docked and I think I've seen you since, but maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe I was just meant to catch a glimpse of you.
[But either way, I want to see you again]
Sincerely,
The girl who was alone until you came along
We met on a ship heading to somewhere. You challenged me to a race, and I smirked when I won.
Together we strolled through the arcade, watching kids play and asking employees if they could for once not stuff the plush animals in so tightly in the claw machines.
The elevators were glass. You waved to me. I waved back. You followed me or I followed you, either way we both ended up in a computer room as I was writing to a faraway friend about your smile.
The ship docked and I think I've seen you since, but maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe I was just meant to catch a glimpse of you.
[But either way, I want to see you again]
Sincerely,
The girl who was alone until you came along
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alzheimers
in 43 seconds a girl will walk past me
as if i didn't exist,
and i will never see her again.
but it won't matter.
they all float by me and disappear,
(one by one, two by two
they all fade away
even you.)
they stole chronology, leaving me
to drown in chaos,
but my timeline was already broken,
memories appearing out of
thin air.
another crack won't make
a difference.
(i loved you once, maybe it was yesterday.
or was it three years from now,
when i called out for you
and was answered by
an ambulance siren?)
i'm the only one living in reverse, and
though the mo
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i survived.
i am from a yellow slide in my backyard.
i am from fresh-brewed iced tea
and monday night tv.
i am from the strawberry-place.
i am from the pink and green cushions
the yellow high-heeled shoe
i remember sitting on so many nights.
i'm from six-dollar lunches,
and the shack next to the river,
from paths in the woods and
a marathon down my street.
i'm from knuckle smacks with a ruler
and notebooks full of doodles,
from my brother's tests taped to the fridge.
i'm from
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Self Righteous Suicide
Self Righteous Suicide:
We're sleeping,
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
We isolate,
Each other,
As we walk alone at night.
We plot,
Unholy vengeance,
As we dream of endless death,
We hate,
Our reflections,
As we choke away our breath.
We sleep,
And suffer,
Tormented by our dreams.
Alone,
And frightened,
None shall hear our screams.
So sick,
So vengeful,
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
This life,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
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Once upon a time, I went on a cruise from LA to Mexico. On this cruise I had no one to hang out with, until this boy came along. We raced cars and watched table hockey matches and flirted from different glass elevators.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
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Hope you see him again.