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A decade she was there
always watching me grow.
A decade she was there
through sunshine and snow.
A decade to laugh,
a decade to cry,
a decade to watch as her years went by.
Always a smile, never a frown,
she was constantly there whenever I'd turn around.
Wading in muddy rivers, racing through golden fields,
throwing snowballs for treats, catching unsuspecting birds for meals.
She was my protector, she was my friend,
she was my precious companion until the end.
Watching her brightness dim made the tears run dry,
and the limp took away that glorious freedom,
as each stumble and crash made the sobs escalate.
She was cradled in my arms until the her last breath,
her never ending grin lasting even in death.
Sadie May
1/5/2000--15/6/2012
Rest in peace, my friend.
always watching me grow.
A decade she was there
through sunshine and snow.
A decade to laugh,
a decade to cry,
a decade to watch as her years went by.
Always a smile, never a frown,
she was constantly there whenever I'd turn around.
Wading in muddy rivers, racing through golden fields,
throwing snowballs for treats, catching unsuspecting birds for meals.
She was my protector, she was my friend,
she was my precious companion until the end.
Watching her brightness dim made the tears run dry,
and the limp took away that glorious freedom,
as each stumble and crash made the sobs escalate.
She was cradled in my arms until the her last breath,
her never ending grin lasting even in death.
Sadie May
1/5/2000--15/6/2012
Rest in peace, my friend.
Literature
Hephaestus
We had this neighbor
when I was a boy,
he was a bit
younger than I was,
his father
rented the house
next door.
He would come over,
step over the knee-high
fence that
separated us.
He would promise to
show us how
to make
fireworks.
Daylight from our
young hands.
He had us gather
all the petals
that had fallen
from our flowers.
Dark violets
and blues.
And once we had
picked up all
the petals, he
cupped his hands
and threw them
in the air.
Wide-eyed and
in wonder.
I was disappointed,
I expected him to
pull a lighter out
and for some
mysterious oils
in the flowers to
catch fire;
to explode.
I wanted
real magic.
He threw them up
again, an
Literature
Actuality
when I was young, I wanted
to be a punk rocker
metal holes lining my body like
trophies of war, hair teased
and bleached and styled for hours
on end until it looked effortless,
inked up with words and symbols
I swore were profound with
a cigarette hanging lazily
from my fingers, lonely
for a reason
(and he told me, sweetie,
you are like a fucking eclipse,
the bloody dawn
God plagued us with
I always wondered
if mistakes understood
the reason they
came to be in this world
I guess not).
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Seventeen (In Phases)
1.
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
2.
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday wh
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This is dedicated to a very good friend of mine.
My lovely dog, Sadie, who passed away in the summer. If you watched me back then, I'm sure you can remember that.
She was with me for nearly my entirely life. We got her as a puppy, and was told she was born in May. So we just made her birthday May 1, and had her middle name as "May." She was twelve years old and still a rambunctious animal, which lead to her downfall. She jumped off of the old play set we have in our backyard from when I was still young, and landed wrong, causing her spine to become...well, messed up.
We watched her deteriorate for a month before we finally realized she wasn't getting better. She was in so much pain, her doggy smile was gone...and she couldn't walk because of the spine problem, so she was constantly falling down.
Sadie died in my arms on June 15, 2012, after being euthanized on a home visit by the vet. I don't think I ever cried as much as I did that day. I can still remember the feeling of her going limp, and the way her head rolled and her neck kind of did this crack when my dad tried to take her away makes me cringe even now.
I miss her dearly, but I'm glad she didn't have to suffer any longer.
I know this poem is totally off in terms of stanzas and rhyming and stuff, but really, I just typed. I started looking at old pictures just now, and got really teary and emotional. I had to vent a bit. Sorry.
My lovely dog, Sadie, who passed away in the summer. If you watched me back then, I'm sure you can remember that.
She was with me for nearly my entirely life. We got her as a puppy, and was told she was born in May. So we just made her birthday May 1, and had her middle name as "May." She was twelve years old and still a rambunctious animal, which lead to her downfall. She jumped off of the old play set we have in our backyard from when I was still young, and landed wrong, causing her spine to become...well, messed up.
We watched her deteriorate for a month before we finally realized she wasn't getting better. She was in so much pain, her doggy smile was gone...and she couldn't walk because of the spine problem, so she was constantly falling down.
Sadie died in my arms on June 15, 2012, after being euthanized on a home visit by the vet. I don't think I ever cried as much as I did that day. I can still remember the feeling of her going limp, and the way her head rolled and her neck kind of did this crack when my dad tried to take her away makes me cringe even now.
I miss her dearly, but I'm glad she didn't have to suffer any longer.
I know this poem is totally off in terms of stanzas and rhyming and stuff, but really, I just typed. I started looking at old pictures just now, and got really teary and emotional. I had to vent a bit. Sorry.
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this is so sad 