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Sharp brush Pale Canvas A line of red paint. The paint fades to brown. The painter paints more. It stains the water, fills it with red. More red paint. Then, a sudden splatter of black paint. The painter’s vision is complete.

I'm sitting here at my desk at work in Rockford. A blanket of white coats every imaginable surface outside the window behind me. I miss her. I browse various social networking sites as my shift passes, waiting for the phone to ring so I can pick up and offer my assistance. When it does ring, it is inevitably a student who has become locked out of their account or needs a change of password. I miss her. I read through my friends' facebook statuses and tumblr posts. They make comments about how they're spending time with their friends or how they hate their classes, or in one case, going out with their mothers to lunch. I miss her, and the

Purple angels Dance inside your eyes Glittering sadness We say our goodbyes You disappear In the smoke of the night You tell me you love me And you head towards the light Life is so empty Life is so weak Your time on this earth Made the world far less bleak Now that you're gone All I can do is wish you were here again Eternal sleep Has become your best friend It's harder than ever To evade these tears You knew all my weaknesses You knew all my fears This pain that I'm left with Is too much to bear I look for my mother But you aren't there. Out on a beach Frogs crawling on sand You're out of reach It's out of our han

I see the pain behind your eyes Clear as day Black as night I want to break through your disguise So I pray That you might Let me in Let me in Let me see the real you The person that's lost and broken Let me help Let me help Give me the chance To make you whole again These aren't words of romance These aren't words of love These are simply the words Of someone who cares A friend who wants your trust So let me in Let me in Let me help you breathe again Let me help you smile Let me make your life better Thing are hard right now, I know But you're stronger than you think Let me show you Let me heal you. Just say the w

It's funny how words- little, insignificant words, can have a deep, profound effect on you. They can wound you, make you bleed out until the blood fills every part of your body, overwhelming you. And even after the apologies are made, and everything is said and done, and you know the person who said those words that hurt you so meant nothing by it, they still cut like a knife every time you think of them, everytime you hear similar words uttered from the lips of another. And it hurts. You become paranoid, obsessed with them, until they haunt your every thought, every beat of your heart. I have had such an experience with words. They tear me

Alone Such a simple word Five letters But those letters hold more Pain and sorrow in them Than you could possible imagine Centuries of alone Milennia of people just like me Wishing for something Anything. To take the alone away But it will not leave Not without great sacrifice Is the sacrifice worth it? To free the alone from your body Your soul? Would you do anything? Don't you know a cry for help when you see one?