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It's a sharp crack in the air
The grain splits down the middle
A thin line that resembles ruptured cement during an earthquake emerging
A violent tremble pierces the air
Frivolous, and yet I'm strategic when I play chess,Trying to be honest and I'd be lying if I saidI'm oblivious and wasn't thinking of what happens next,I'm always looking a few moves ahead...
In The Middle
August 31, 2018 ~ Friday
Every person, tall or leaning
Building what they thought was meaning
things fall apart
but that is only the start
of a journey that may last days
or years
full of things,
only you can hear
you travel down a path made of gravel
encrusting you with scars
“Psst! Psst! Have you heard?
He has just bought a new car.
And his wife, she is so beautiful!
How did he manage that?
He must have visited the witchdoctor.”
Eyes red, dried tears on her cheeks;
On the roof she sits with pen and paper
Describing the beauty of the street lights
The sound of the rustling trees
Pick up
One piece, then two—
More if you so desire.
Make them one interlocking whole.
Better.
This test
Will not be solved
By gluing several bricks.
Past closed up pizza jointsPast laundromats, through the dying noisethe nights tick on like clockworkwatch the calendar as my steps unwind
They Stand Tall, Higher Than The Sky,
I Know They Could Kill Me, But I Continue To Fight.
The beauty of lifeEven through this strifeIs people’s abilitytheir uncanny adaptabilityTo hold in their palmthat one simple objectobject of calmThe ability to affect
Walking slowly
my head faced down
but it is too dark
to see the ground
Into the unknown
I keep walking Still
into my skin it pierces
the cold deathly chill
Dreams are an escape from reality,
A reality that we wish not to see,
For with open eyes things become very clear,
We see the world for what it truly is,
So take a step back and breath in the atmosphere,
Imprisoned Life
Within a cage the heart does cry,
No hope to stand against a lie
And beats in pain to be set free
Mournful weeping rips through leaves
And dewdrop tears rest so silently
And I sit here perched up high
Looking down at the time gone by
I wonder of the years I've wasted
As the trees become pale
The life sucked out of fragile leaves.
The sky, covered in dull, meaningless clouds.
I watch as Earth welcomes Winter
With a friendly, extended hand.
pitter-patter like little feetraindrops tapping on mine pane
bitter burns hiss and slitherremembrance dismantles my sane
moist summers and eerie chimesfingertips lost within your mane
After all the people leave—
The raucous laughter has died down, goodbyes have been said,
The lights have all gone out, and people have left for some other party—
What happens to a building?
There is a time when one must step back
and see the tens of thousands of backstories
working together to build
one
using only the tissue of the heart.
They carve in and haul out,
