catharsis_logs | Some poems (fairly depressing, you were warned)

Antartica In My Imagination
Light gleams off the snow
blinding white
There is so much less of it
then there was before
Is the Aurora Borealis
less bright than it was?
Or is it swollen with
overabundant sunlight?
Is daylight harsher,
blinding bright even to
the creatures that live there?
It's getting warmer
melting the heart of the ice

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A Large Tiny House
My best friend Samantha moved around a lot
her mother never stopped in one place for very long
They once lived in a house in the same town as me,
that had a piano I got to see and play briefly.
It was out of tune, but I had never heard something
so beautiful.

Samantha ate some frosting in that house
left the room, and I, secretly, shamefully,
read the journal she had left open for me.
There was a beautiful secret in her journal
proclaiming everlasting love for someone
that was not me, not really

A cherished event happened in that house
a stepping stone for my life,
that I was never allowed to talk about
again.

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Dead Buried Treasure
There was a buried secret in that house
encased in foam and under hardwood floors.
Above the earth and yet underfoot.
Between the attic, and the ground floor.
A genderless child, almost a doll
less loved than any child's doll
sleeps under a dog-hair blanket
dust staining its body,
chest moving up and down
in a real mockery of life
there are no thoughts,
running through its head
it thinks of nothingness
there are banks of fog covering its sky.
There was a secret buried in that house
A little helpless person,
smothered in the pillows of hatred.