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Move Pen Move

Here it is, Move Pen Move. Read it and look at the mood, the tone and the word choice Shane Koyczan uses. It really captures your emotions, and I really like how he's done this.

Move Pen Move

By Shane Koyczan

Stay
That’s what mothers say when their sons and daughters go away
They say stay
My mother said go
So I wasn’t there the night she fell out of her wheel chair
So frustrated that she amputated her legs rather tried to with a steak knife
Her life lay on the white floor like
Roses in the snow
Our relationship was an anthem composed of words like “gotta go”
So we went
And sent our regards on post cards from the places we’ve been
Stories about all the things we’ve seen
That’s how it was with you and I
Why say good bye when we could still write
And then I took your hands
We should have practiced our good-byes
Because then I took your eyes
And I was somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Watching the sun rise
Over a stop sign placed down the center line of a high way full of sudden turns for the worse
Running back home cause I gotta play nurse
Gotta figure out which pill alleviates which pain
Which part of your brain is being used for a boxing bag
As your body became a never ending game of freeze tag
Taking place in an empty playground
That was left looking for your limbs in the post and found and I couldn’t set you free
So we just sat there
Our heads bent towards each other like flowers in the small hours of the morning
While light wondering in like a warning that
Time is passing
And you right along with it
Bit by bit everyday
And all I can say is if I could I would write you some way out of this
But my gift is useless
And you said no
Write me a poem to make me happy
So I wrote move pen move
Write me a bedroom where curse make love to our cancers
But my mother just motions to a bottle full of answers and says
Help me go
And I know something of how pianos feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music
Being used for kindling
Smoke signaling the end of some song that it thought would take to long to learn
Now I just sit here and watch you burn away
All those notes never had a chance to play to hear the music of what you had to say
But I count out the pills just to see if I can do it
I can’t even get half way through it before I turn back into your son and say
Stay
I could hook up my heart to your ears and let my tears be your morphine drip
Because maybe it’s easier to let you slip away than it is to say goodbye
So I hold my breath
Because in the count down to death the question of why melts into when
How much time do we have left
Because if I knew what I know now then
I would say move pen move
Write me a mountain
Because head stones are not big enough
And my mother says
Stop it
Write me a poem to make me happy
So I write this
Stay
She smiles and says
Gotta go
I know
Goo-bye…

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