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Cupid's Calendar There were days when all hope was lost. There were days when our paths would cross. There were days when you loved her more. There were days when we were at war. Day one: you walk into my class. Day two: you're more fragile than glass. Day three: we share our thoughts and dreams. Day four: I hear your silent screams. Week one: we were the best of friends. Week two: we approach a dead end. Week three: I opened up my heart. Week four: the real journey soon starts. Month one: we're sleeping side by side. Month two: your tears enter high tide. Month three: silence is damnation. Month four: high school graduation.

Forgotten A congregation convenes to confront a cold corpse's casket. Bringing before it tears, emotions, memories, and trembling limbs. Not a single word is mustered, yet a realm of regret clouds the scene. Tears graze the soil that will become an eternal resting place – six feet under. Naïve mortals mourn the hollow flesh, ignoring the omnipresence of the dead. An icy breeze turns vertebrae into glaciers, chilling any soul whose eyes encounter the casket. Words would only interrupt the ceremony. Tears only salt the earth, which awaits flesh. We must cherish the memories nearest our hearts, lest the casket, the corp

The Latest Mold Shallow price tags clutter this world… Loveless labels printed daily… Conning all of humanity… Into fitting the latest mold… Blinding both the rich and the poor… Blanketing the world in thick fog… Exiling our inner beauty… Our reflection now our passport… Never will designer outfits… Symbolize a beautiful soul… Appearances are just flesh and cloth… Beauty, the diamond in the rough… Beauty lies deep within the heart… Of the innocent and the meek… And under each stone left unturned… Break the mold; embrace true beauty… By, Alex Novo

Empty Words Every time you open your mouth… I wait patiently, just to see… If your words have any meaning… Or if once again, they're empty… The wind was your fragile whisper… Silence was the sound of your voice… Hate was the fake smile on your face… When others suffered, you rejoiced… I've spent whole years watching your lips… Yearning for one word I'd believe… One that's not just empty white noise… I told you that I'd never leave… I never did; you let me go… We both said things that we'd regret… I have few regrets, but they're there… You have yours, bu

Gamble I would wear my heart on my sleeve… Showing the world my sense of trust… I was innocent and naïve… One day, there was a sudden thrust… That would pierce the depths of my soul… Emitting crimson clouds of dust… Debris cascaded from the hole… Buckets full of vitals and blood… Lifetimes of thoughts, dreams, and goals… Blood caking like boots full of mud… Corpse numb, frozen from fright and rage… Eyes open, watching the flash flood… Never knew love would set a stage… Where I'd feel nothing but my tears… It makes me wonder who's backstage… Wounds

Hope Hope is what keeps the world turning… Hope is what keeps our hearts beating… Hope is what keeps the fire burning… Hope is what our souls call "heating"… Hope slowly dissolves our worries… Hope calms turbulent waves at sea… Hope simplifies life's vast flurries… Hope keeps us dauntless and gutsy… Hope helps us clot our gaping wounds… Hope helps wipe the tears from our eyes… Hope helps comfort the hearts marooned… Hope helps Him scheme up a surprise… Hope is a child without a home… Hope is a mother without child… Hope is a place where our souls roam…

Leave My Heart Inevitably, we will grow apart… "Goodbye" still echoes in my ears today… But in the end, you'll never leave my heart… There were moments when you'd wish I'd depart… But I was yours, from then until the gray… Inevitably, we will grow apart… You never understood the depth of my art… You alone neglect what my words portray… But in the end, you'll never leave my heart… We need a new beginning; a fresh start… And that means going our separate ways… Inevitably, we will grow apart… Friends who fall in love can't just press, "restart"… Unless they work as on

Circus Come one, come all… There's the curtain call… Step inside; take a seat… Before the circus is complete… There are freaks contained in countless cages… Always spiraling through series of turmoil, anger, and rages… Lurking on the outskirts of some city called "sanity"… But still within reach of mortals and their vanity… Persuasive puppeteers pull apart society's strings and seams… Dissecting the very fabric of His divine scheme… Puppets and pawns congregate in the blink of an eye… Waiting for the order: to march, kill, conquer, and forever comply… The tightrope: dece