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Math is the answer to everything, you tell me: in all things, patterns- in all of nature, inherent codes, keys, and laws, which provide meaning Math is everywhere like how they can measure light through a vacuum, and gravity's pull, and the wavelength between two crests, and lunar phases But you know that when the droning screech of iron carrying its train can still reduce us to tears, it's not really math at all; it's not fractions or real numbers, or some linear equation, or absolute values It's the split second after I grabbed your hand the first time, and you didn't look at me so I felt afraid that I'd miscalcula

it's like that feeling when you said goodbye to your best friend and somewhere, some part of you knew that you'd probably never talk again but somehow it was okay then later you felt hurt that she didn't try to keep you didn't feel the same pang of loss you did but you couldn't and still can't be angry in the end; it's not her fault and you pushed her away it's like that fearful chill of acceptance when the two of you thumbed through her yearbook and she smiled reminiscently, pointing out all those people she doesn't talk to anymore- just stopped needing them in her life one day she said goodbye to all of them, every last one-

Dear Spiders, You have well overstayed your welcome in my apartment complex, in my shower, and in my roommate's hair. I know you're supposed to eat smaller bugs and stuff or whatever, but there is, in fact, a line. And it has been crossed! But as I am a merciful citizen of the planet, I will give you a chance to redeem yourselves and to pay your debts to me and my race. Here's what I propose: become my minions in lifelong service and I shall spare your lives. Join me, and your big, fat ugly bumpuses will never meet the likes of the heel of my shoe, nor the black sewers of Bellingham. This offer is open to all spiders. Except for you, freak

My Redeeming Qualities A Short List by Oblivia i.     on rare occasions i am creative        and i write facebook statuses that make me laugh        but then no one "likes" them        and i think about why i am the only one        who thinks i am funny        but, alas, i am also forgiving        and very understanding        you are probably just very busy  

Let me hold your Hand like we both know who we are, and where we've been- Like this is only practice for the rest of our lives We'll never change but we'll Grow and Spread out and define this life by the whispers in our eyes We'll divide- but we'll never fall to pieces Hold my hand and we'll know nothing but our own pulses, and the writings on the Wall: In our minds we know where we stand We are permanent; we are true We are here- And that's a Start.

The flag that never touched the ground the kid that never came around the day he saw she'd cut her hair and night was dripping everywhere Whispering softly, spitting salt Assuring me, "it's not your fault" Hands in place You taught me how In your defense; it's all me now.

I hate how I stand beside you; you flicking your ashes, and I just wanting to understand. And yet, I stand there, nonetheless, my lips as translucent as the rest of me feels. And I think how, how I long to become more than I am to you- something etched on your face which shows how you have given my life meaning, and how also, because of you, that meaning does not mean so much. I am so small, so effortlessly present. But you, you are an artist, and I wish I could say the same. Like the tiniest flying insect, caught in the faintest gust of wind, I am so easily blown away! As I divert my yellow, defeated gaze, I can smell the