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My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

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When the Angels Walk

When the angels walk
we are rendered mortal,
we are reminded of the
endings, all the paths
converging of the paths.

When the angels walk
we are rendered happy,
and we are granted for
one moment in time
infinity everlasting.

When the angels walk
there are stars on earth
and not the ones on the
movie screen.

When the angels walk
we give them names
like brother, sister, mother
father, aunt, uncle.

When the angels walk
we hear their voices
and they speak to something
deeper than emotions.

When the angels walk
we learn something
infallible, something
so true there is no denial.

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- Jon Capozzoli
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Who Doth Guide Me Past The Ledge
And Giveth Holy Bird To Guide Us
With Gust and Sand-Attack

Helix We Consult Thee
Set Straight Our Frantic Path

Oak May Say It’s Not The Time For That
But You Keep Us From Dome’s Wrath

Helix Thou My Riches
I Will Toss My Nugget For Thee

When Those Who Press Start Try My Path
Thou Raise Thy Saints Of B

Rest Blessed Abby
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You Were Not Released In Vain
Forever Helix Keep Them

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The Helix Ever Will Be My Strength
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"Snow
The angels wept their tears of glassy water
and they feel at the feet of men. And the men
watched as the tears grew in piles whiter then any
of heavens lights. And they shivered in the presence
of the tears and they gave it a name, 50 names.
And from hill to river the earth shuddered and grew cold
and then the men grew cold and crass. Fires were
sparse and not a flower grew. The angels cried out
in deep moans of night winds and screamed in the
hiss of the day light. Soon the men did shudder as well
and locked them selves in cages of wood and built in them
hearths and the buildings vibrated with warmth.
The men forgot the tears of angels and turned away from
the gifts of heaven, and instead prescribed it to words
and forgot the call of angels and prescribed it to the sun.
But the angels cry still, and they wait, for just one day that
a child may see that the crystallized landscape is heaven crying
because we forgot."

- Jon Capozzoli
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bijou1986:

A Mom went to have dinner with her son who lives with his roommate.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how handsome his roommate was. She had been suspicious about her sons sexuality but being a good mother she felt that he would let her know if and when the time was right but seeing the two together just made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the interaction between the two she wondered even more if there was more here than meets the eye. Her son, sensing his mothers watchfully eye volunteered, “really Mom, I can tell what you’re thinking and you can just get it out of your mind, we are just roommates and nothing more”.

About a week later the roommate remarked, “ever since your mother was here the silver serving platter has been missing, do you think she took it?”

He responded, “Well I’m sure she didn’t but I will email her and ask just to be sure” he sat down and wrote:

Hey Mom
I’m not saying you did take the silver platter from the house and I am not saying you didn’t take it but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love,
Your Son.

A couple days later he got a response from his mother:

Dear Son,
I am not saying that you do sleep with your roommate and I am not saying that you don’t sleep with him and you know I love you and could care less either way but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the platter under his pillow.
When are the two of you coming for dinner?
Love,
Mom

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BEST MOM

I’m crYING

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I love these kind of useful beauty tips/images, they can be so helpful at times.

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I Want to See

I want to see
the sun gallop
across the sky
day after day

I want to see
true equality
among all people
and no preference
by law or otherwise

And I want to see
someone stand
on the mountaintop
and then fall
in love

I want to see
a man knock
on a door and
receive a warm
hug

And I crave to see
the world enter
back into the womb
of humanity and be
born again

I want to see
a world that
forgives its debtors
and its sinners
and its criminals
but not set them free

I need to see a world
where we can dare
to ask ourselves who
we are and what we
truly know

And I want to see
a world of wonder
that never stops
asking itself
Why… Why…

And I want to see
a world free of
its bonds to hate
and to violence

I need to see a world
where we enjoy the
little things and in
them can find an
everlasting love

I want to see
a home for all the
children of Adam
not just the ones
you believe deserve
salvation

I crave to see
a time when
black, white and red
are just crayola colors
and have new fancy names
like celestial black or
snowflake white or
rose red

I need to see
a world that loves
so much that it is
willing to forget
all hate

But the reason i want
the reason I crave
the reason I need
is because for to long
we have ignored it
we have ignored that
we are the only ones
who can change a single
act of kindness into the
plural acts of love that
we are meant for

No more crocodile tears
in a jar next to the bed
no more apologies needed

I want to see
my hand in yours
and us walking
the long walk
to the edge of life
to create
the world that
I want to see

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- Jon Capozzoli
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The Specture

We speak in silence
in gardens with roses.
Latices grabbing vines
and letting the pallor
of moonlight fog cascade
a bleak green grass.
The courtiers sit on benches
of birch wood. Silently
they mime their desires.
One holding their neck
and looking at the sky.
Another holds their wrist.

We all are in silence.
We all are under a spell.
The specter who holds
our souls and our lips shut
is standing and looking at us.
The most beautiful being ever.
Golden light cascades outwards
from its eyes and purity radiates.
As it stands in delight we find
ourselves unable to reach
out for it, for help.

Dawn brakes over the court
and they are frozen.
They are lost to their sadness
and to the beautiful specter.
If you were to help, then reach
to them and wrap your arms
around them and chisel
them from their seats
and let them breath
the air of the brand
new day.

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- Jon Capozzoli
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The Angels are Pushing Up Daises

In the world there are many people
but it seems we have no more room.
No vacancy on this tiny little speck.
We don’t make room
or share room.
We honestly don’t care, to focused on
texting and letting the rest of the
occupants know that we are bored with
this great little experiment.
So to fix this God sends us angels.
The little cherubim and seraph that
are sent to give us something new
and maybe help us learn how to live
better. However, Earth is at max capacity
and if even one more soul can find joy
on it, well the fire Marshall will have to
shut us down.
Let me tell you the secret to getting
rid of the angels. you have to dig a whole
for them. This whole must be so deep that
even you can’t see the light, and when you
think your done dig some more but you can’t
tell them. Then you cover that hole with a very
thin layer of kindness and some slights that
will always look like compliments. You must lead
them to the hole for one whole year, joke with them
and smile at them and occupy them with what they
will think is friendship but then you push them in.
But you can’t just push you must hurtle them into
an abyss that you dug, but you had to have dug it
with your mouth, your words, and now you have your
end product. Are you happy?

Wait you thought you were the angel?
Angels don’t need words to convey love
and they find no use in flattery
and they certainly find no use in digging holes
for others to fall in. Maybe you should have
made room and showed kindness to the real
angels of your life instead of putting them down
in holes, instead of hurling them to their
demise. Good luck without them.

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- Jon Capozzoli