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When Jack sees Jill walking alone in the hall, he can't help but wonder if she's that way on her own, or if people just forget she's there sometimes. Maybe she's just eccentric enough that it causes her to fade into the back-drop and be forgotten from time to time.
And when Jill sees Jack talking with the girl who lives a couple streets over, well, she bumps into her friend Reality and realizes that love is not a thing for girls who tumble down hills like tree branches.
Jill likes to make up excuses for the crescents underneath her gray eyes; 'Last night I couldn't get to sleep because I had a headache.' Or, 'I'm just not wearing make-up today.'. When honestly, the stress and heartache have gotten to the kid and she's border-line breaking.
The story they tell about the two, how Jack and Jill slipped down the hill last month, well, Jill actually fell first, despite popular belief. She was looking for her heart up behind the evergreens, and she didn't know that Jack had hidden it in his pocket. She slipped and rolled, and Jack fell too, because he was looking for the girl from a couple streets over.
One day Jack will arrive at Jill's door wearing the shirt he wore the day they first spoke, and he will hand her a note and leave. "Someday you will be loved," will be the words that break her heart and cause her to become life-long friends with Loneliness and Reality.
Jack and Jill slipped down that hill, and their hearts came tumbling after.
And when Jill sees Jack talking with the girl who lives a couple streets over, well, she bumps into her friend Reality and realizes that love is not a thing for girls who tumble down hills like tree branches.
Jill likes to make up excuses for the crescents underneath her gray eyes; 'Last night I couldn't get to sleep because I had a headache.' Or, 'I'm just not wearing make-up today.'. When honestly, the stress and heartache have gotten to the kid and she's border-line breaking.
The story they tell about the two, how Jack and Jill slipped down the hill last month, well, Jill actually fell first, despite popular belief. She was looking for her heart up behind the evergreens, and she didn't know that Jack had hidden it in his pocket. She slipped and rolled, and Jack fell too, because he was looking for the girl from a couple streets over.
One day Jack will arrive at Jill's door wearing the shirt he wore the day they first spoke, and he will hand her a note and leave. "Someday you will be loved," will be the words that break her heart and cause her to become life-long friends with Loneliness and Reality.
Jack and Jill slipped down that hill, and their hearts came tumbling after.
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Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill,
Went up a hill,
And Jill said, "Please let's not.
For down this hill,
But just not here,
Are monsters we should all fear."
Jack just turned,
He laughed and said,
"Are you afraid I'll break my head?
There's nothing there,
Just plain old air,
Maybe ants and grass.
There's no monsters,
Silly Jill,
There's no monsters,
At the bottom of the hill."
And Jack ran,
Up to the top,
But the grass was wet,
And poor naive Jack,
Slipped,
And slid,
But he couldn't stop.
Jill ran to the top of the hill,
As he slid off the edge.
He screamed "Jill!"
He clawed at the hill,
With great gusto,
As he sild down,
To his mudd
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staggering and struggling
01.
yesterday, i wrote
your name on a slip of paper
and folded it into an origami star.
it hangs on my bonsai tree
(little trees for big
wishes) as a just-in-case hope
for those times when it feels like
absolutely nothing
can make me
happy.
sometimes, when even stars
and little trees aren't
enough to make me happy, i cut
down the paper stars and pretend
that it is a meteorite shower in my
bedroom, but sometimes that
just makes it worse
because i realize
that shooting stars are actually
falling stars;
we are all just stars that have
forgotten the happy-thoughts that
made us fly,
it's just that some of us are blaz
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I cried myself sane and then
moved on. How strange, that a man
can split open like a rotten peach and find,
at last, nothingness. How strange to realize:
only then can sunlight enter his veins.
Death dissolves us. Nothing has changed
but everything is different. I spend an hour
pressing my fingers against a wall, the skin
whitening as blood retreats.
There is no regret, no fear. Only a man
who whitens against his final four walls,
the empty chair, the selfish and wandering grief.
Only a man whose face slowly unravels and the way
I wash my face, make dinner, let myself forget.
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This fantastic piece of writing has been featured in my latest news article National Poetry Writing Month.
I'd like to take this moment to say I loved reading your work, and would appreciate if you could do the same to the other pieces in the article mentioned.
Please and pass along too, so other people can see just where you've been faved!
Sammie