Dawn to Dusk

By iambibliophilic

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My poem-journal-ramblings. Welcome to my head, mood subject to change. More

November 1: PEN TO PAPER
November 2: CHAPTERS
November 3: I WOULD LOVE
November 4: ODE TO FLANNEL
November 5: LAKE
November 6: DRESS-UP
November 7: QUESTIONS
November 8: MID AFTERNOON COFFEE
November 9: BLUE EYES BLUE RAIN
November 10: NIGHTTIME
November 11: STOP FEELING
November 12: ICY CHAR
November 14: PRETTY LETTERS
November 17: WHAT IT MEANS
November 18: DARE
November 20: BLADES
November 22: C-A-N-C-E-R
November 24: HOLLYWOOD
November 29: MATCHES
November 30: SHOWER PHILOSOPHY
December 1: WORDS AND STARS
December 6: A HOODIE AND A BROKEN RECORD
December 7: HIDDEN
December 8: MASK
December 13: DROWN
December 14: DRUGS
November 20: MUSIC BOX
December 21: NOT ENOUGH FOR MASTERPIECES
December 22: THINKING GIRL
December 29: GRAY RAINBOW
December 30: SPIDERS AND SPINNING
January 1: GIVE ME MY FIRE
January 8: THAT TIME I CRIED
January 9: ANTIDOTE
January 11: GRASS AND TREES
Jamuary 12: EGOTIST
January 17: CRACKED GLASS
January 21: UNTITLED
January 25: PRETTY DARKNESS
January 26: FUTURE OF THE NOW
February 1: BROKEN DIAMONDS
Febuary 4: UNAPOLOGETICALLY
February 8: SILENCE
February 19: SPINNING, DROWNING, BURNING
February 24: DEAD SILENT
Febuary 25: SO LATE IT'S EARLY
April 8: JACK
April 12: SELFISH
April 17: FIRST.
April 20: SOMEPLACE ELSE
April 22: FEMININITY
April 26: UNREAD
May 1: TWENTY-FOUR CARAT
May 1: IF IT'S ALL THE SAME TO YOU
May 4: SMILE
May 9: UNTITLED
May 11: THE MACHINE
May 16: AIRBRUSHED
May 21: PLEASED TO MEET YOU
May 22: FAR AWAY
June 15: MISSING
June 20: I MISS YOU
July 12: UGLY WORDS
July 20: BIRTHDAY
July 5: Boots

November 19: ROMANCE

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By iambibliophilic

They think they know shit about cancer
Because they read some romance
Where the girl gets the guy
Then one of them dies
And the other one cries
And it's all wrapped up in a clean little bow
But I want them to know
That cancer isn't a gunshot
It's a slow poison
And they can't see the bad days
They can't see all the ways
It fucks with your mind
As well as your body
When life is all too real
And how hopeless it feels
And how frightened I am
And how it's not a romance movie
And it's not a silly song
When you don't know how long
You have left
How many days, how many breaths
How many minutes I can hold your hand
But somehow they think they understand
How the drugs dance in your blood
And how the soul cries
But dying is never a romance when you see what it does to the eyes

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