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Nothing

by

Jamie Boswell

I sit staring out of my window
At a mere portion of the world
And am reminded of everything
And nothing
At the very same time
I notice a tree
In the dark shadows
It is tall
With only two branches
The trunk is sturdy and strong
And without it, neither of the branches could exist
But without the branches,
The tree itself would not exist
And then I see him
My beautiful paper doll
With eyes so clear blue
I can see only a reflection of my imagination
But the wind blows
And he is swept away
But I see another
A puddle of undetermined depth
An indescribable color
But so intense
I am intrigued
I press my face to the window
For a closer look
And the blinds stir
Echoing the sound of a ticking clock
As I watch intently
The breeze lays my paper doll to rest
In the center of the puddle
Suddenly all is silent
Now, the wind no longer blows
I cannot draw another breath
My world is darkness
And the stars begin to fade away
To nothing


Hell

by

Jamie Boswell

i began searching when i was very young
i closed my eyes
And i found truth
You reach for me
But i cannot be saved
i want my life
To be remembered
i want my blood
to stain your fingers
i will never allow
You to forget
You will remember
As You pick up
The scattered pieces-
Of my once whole brain
Forever red
Will haunt your dreams
And my dark, silent eyes
Will forever watch you
And the coldness
That surrounds
Will become Your fear-
As fear becomes You
And You too,
Will envy my truth
i walked far enough
to touch the sun-
And the glowing fires
Burned my flesh
And the predators of Hell
Licked their lips
But i welcomed
Their eternal hunger
And they took me-
Home


Rain

by

Jamie Boswell

i used to love to sit and watch the rain
when i was little
i remember the beauty of the ominous black clouds
i used to sit on the porch
and watch the storm move in
while my mother hid in her bedroom
i never understood her fear
i was always told that something couldn't hurt you
if it couldn't touch you
but that didn't stop me from wanting to touch it
i used to reach out with open arms
welcoming the storm
feeling the lightning falshing in my own eyes
the rain would fall upon me
like God's tears
i remember running out into the front yard
laughing
and dancing
and singing
and thanking God for everything i had been given
but as i grew older
the thunder became louder
the lightning more powerful
and i couldn't count the seconds
between each outbreak
the storms kept getting closer and closer
and i became afraid-
afraid that the storm might touch me
afraid the booming thunder might deafen me
afraid that the lightning might strike me
afraid that the rain drops might become drops of my own blood
and so i hid
i sought safety in my room
i closed the windows and locked the doors
and wouldn't let anyone in
i shook with fear even when i no longer heard
the vicious sounds of the storm
and still i wondered-
would it ever stop raining?


The Innocent

by

Jamie Boswell

An illusion of brightness
Wrapped up in darkness
She cries without tears
Blocking out that which was once important
And disguising a mountain of pain
Beneath a tranlucent vail
Wings could help her fly
But the wind that is hope
Has all but diminished
A heart cannot beat without any blood
Just as a soul cannot survive without emotions
When a wave of sorrow
Clashes with her raging shores
She reaches with her fingers
To stop the rain
But her hands bare the scars
Of her countless attempts
To block out the hurt
Her mind lies blank of meaningless thoughts
But remains burdened with the weight of truth
Complex feelings of rage
Mask the simplicity of love
And the meaning of life
Is no longer apparent
As her body surrenders
To helpless fear
The strength that lays hidden,
Suffocating
Is no longer able to emerge
Only able to bash its head
Against an unforgiving wall
Of pain