we all
die
once
it’s the second time
we finally breathe
Tag: Loss
silence of the lambs
i don’t remember
what it was before
now;
chances are somethings were the same
just nothing that mattered.
i remember thinking
back then,
that i deserved what i got
if you didn’t work for it
like really work for it
than it wasn’t for you;
just not everyone gives equally
keeping you in the bottom of a well
to be mocked
to be trashed
to be reminded that they have you on a leash
and they control the slack.
i remember thinking
that those days
those days
were a peak.
they bury
you,
whether you’re out
sinking
or digging
that well isn’t for you
rose trimmer
roots in a field of buds
horns with blood
weep for their sisters
until next spring
the next bounce
the next bloom
traveling climate
i think about that cloud
from time to time
wondering if it made it home safely
valedictorian
they only love me when i produce
putting a message together
stringing days together with a meaning
writing,
words don’t come when you call,
trapped inside a podium
waiting for a speech.
here is it goes;
i’m doing my best fuck off
broken system
i kept typing ‘i’
that’s how we got here in the first place
ignoring our neighbors,
seeing- but not listening
now they see the burning
yet
it’s always been on fire
not just for i
but for all
horrified
trouble shooting worldwide
they never handed out tour guides
but they should
come and save it if you could
up to no-good
losing memories like my childhood
now we livin’ bedside
sippin’ tea, horrified.
reckless & prideful
i know what took you
it’s the same poison
hurricane
demon
that lives in me
departed and took you
i wish i could have been there
to duo that beast.
find me again,
in the next
so we can dance another night,
i know,
that wasn’t your last
(u)ntitled
it is here
we saw it:
cross over the moon
bleeding dune
two shots and your out too,
just another color spectrum
close your eyes and they’ll still select
us; they said they’re mature
after we endured
and we were reassured
it was their bag secured-
oak base
chances are
the me you knew yesterday
is gone;
shifted
learned something new experienced something different saw something
unique
he might still walk and breathe the same
the tree you walk past everyday
you wouldn’t notice it everyday
but a new leaf sprouted
founded
on yesterday
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