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Eight’s Actually an Unlucky Number, but They Won’t Tell You That

April 2, 2010
By FreakyEyed DIAMOND, Juneau, Alaska
FreakyEyed DIAMOND, Juneau, Alaska
53 articles 29 photos 111 comments

Favorite Quote:
"This, too, will pass."

We are filled with wanting too much--- much more than we could ever attain. And then letdowns, and bad days. “I could never write a book,”--- and certainly not in something as beautiful as that thing you gave me.

Sometime, when everything’s dead and it don’t matter anymore, we’ll look back on it all. How many times we spent just looking at people with balloons, and wanting those damn balloons, and never getting them.

The water isn’t blue--- wasn’t blue--- when we were little and did not comprehend bloody knees, greasy hair, uneven nails and wanting to be pretty. It was just fine--- fine by me--- if you rearranged the furniture. If you vacuumed the floor without telling me.



And now I’ve grown attached to these things and I feel used and heated when you do things without telling me--- why couldn’t you have just told me?! Why?! Submerged ourselves in bathtubs (with too much water) and pretended that everything was right again, and our worries consisted of cutting down trees and burying birds that slammed into our window--- and oh, the guilt! If this window hadn’t been so clean; if only I hadn’t been so blind to sticking my life into someone else’s, like a needle, or the edge of a table around a sharp corner.

I am
For what I
To you.

You can have blue oceans and balloons. You can have the world, if you want it.
(And marriage--- marriage is a silly concept to have in your mind when burying birds.)

The author's comments:
We feel like this, sometimes.

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on Apr. 3 2012 at 2:53 pm
windswift DIAMOND, Arvada, Colorado
80 articles 0 photos 91 comments

Favorite Quote:
let it burn, suffering teaches the soul; let it grow, love nourishes the heart.

such a dark poem, but it is a perfect reflection of life, and not what very many poeple would prefer to focus on, but that is where the simple brilliance comes from, the fact that it shines a light on what is sought to be avoided at all cost, perfect.  nothing could be better than the truth that is hidden behind others fear of it, others fear of the hurt and pain that has come and will come in the future, they do not wish to face it, but you have, you are a brave and lighthearted soul, of rare quality, keep fighting for the things that you love, they are not always there for you when you need them, not always.  I know what you write of very well, and its not pretty.  the only thing one can do is endure what comes their way.  Endure, my friend, Endure and live to fight again.  I have.

on Oct. 19 2011 at 8:39 pm
StrangeJade PLATINUM, Relative Obscurity, California
36 articles 17 photos 389 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it." - Life of Pi



Is beautiful.


Why is this not in the magazine. Why has nobody else written about this beautiful poem. Why am I not putting question marks after these sentences. I do not know and it does not matter. Your writing is pure amazingness.

on May. 19 2011 at 2:03 pm
FreakyEyed DIAMOND, Juneau, Alaska
53 articles 29 photos 111 comments

Favorite Quote:
"This, too, will pass."

Thank you so much... I was in a really dark place when I wrote this. My first heartbreak, and the first heartbreak I inflicted. Thank you for reading it. =)

Zildjian said...
on May. 18 2011 at 5:00 pm




I just got kicked in the gut by this poem. Wow. Thank you.