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trying to swallow tears like a golf ball in my throat

my eyes are burning and i haven't started to cry

today is the best rainy day i have had in two years

you push and pull and i react
pull it apart to keep it intact
react to me and learn to scorn
only tears that are wrenched and torn
find their way to an equally warm floor
and keep my eyes puffy and sore

Look at this guy -->: crushed
Appended to : silence, deafening silence.

as i look up, i reach for a hand
grab nothing but the warm air
that will be known as summer's last breath

i am alone.

Look at this guy -->: dorky
Appended to : Cary Brothers - Blue Eyes

7
Seven ways the light plate splits
I was gone ten days too long
it was your kiss that I missed
remembered you with a song

6
Six walls in a square room 
cool logic keeps me sane
and a familiar tune
missed a kiss in the rain


5
Five lights on the lamp
hangs centered in the room
day dreams include you
thoughts of you consume


4
Four walls in side 
two hearts beating
Nip/Tuck at ten
fears are fleeting


3
Three true doors
one plus two
three small words
I love you

2
Windows 
grey skies 
cold nose
Blue eyes

1
Exit.
Happy 
First
Year

 waves first rolled in with large white tops

       creeping further into land

towards the trees

     until they, like the sand,

were devoured

         the flood did not come quickly

            nor did it hurt us at first

     we let it rise, expecting it to return to the sea

the flood followed us into the forest

   and only then we pushed back

            the flood brought death and disease

      and something had to be done

we pushed until it took too many

       leaving no choice

            but to run to high ground

           and leave what the flood had already claimed

pushed back further than our ancestors had ever been
           to another people’s land

            long lost in the minds of the elders

      and to more deaths of the young and old

now death at another nation’s hand

it did not stop with my people

    not even the black mountain stopped the flood

            it found lower trails to follow

               and went straight to the golden meadows  

            following the sun

     and all the way to the grey mountains

only stopped by the sea on the other side

now my people only rest in small patches of land

         little islands of safety and rest

            little islands not yet covered by the flood

   what we are left to call 

                         home

            inspired by the writing of Leslie Marmon Silko