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Laden with thoughts, like ripened fruit heavily hanging upon bent boughs memories weigh and must somehow attain release from the tree that is my mind. Still and quiet contemplating
May 17: Stridulation - to produce a shrill, grating sound, as a cricket does, by rubbing together certain parts of the body
So it begins. The temperature rises. Everyone's running amok Willing to do whatever it takes To make the loudest sounds Find the one, Reproduce, Die, So the ones after me
I’ve let myself become a doormat. Well, maybe not a doormat that gets stepped on once or twice a day. No, I’ve become like a paperweight:
So much of me that the world cannot see, I have to try to see it as beauty For if every condensed thread of my being were to unwind to the world Might I as well not exist? Questions to these answers may not unfurl...
Ten was the first lie. “I’m not doing that crap, I’d never lie to you.” Nine was the next fight. Slamming doors, throwing things, and hitting each other.
I have this tendancy to Fall apart sometimes. When the banging in My head Becomes so loud, I am drowning In my thoughts that Frighten me more than anything. And the muffled shouts become
today you've stopped looking through me finally deciding to see me we'll journey through the cycle meet. converse. become friends. best friends.
She screams He hears Her words are full of tears. She cries, He lies, All of their meetings are full of goodbyes. There's hurt, There's pain,
If I reach up To touch the sky
A unicorn slain by any other name still brings a curse. When the letter of the law is to forbid emotion, society crumbles in its wake. “No justice!” screams the pot, “a curse for a curse!” exclaims the kettle.
Solitude taught me something
A thousand universes aligned To being us tonight, tomorrow, and forever Some call it fated, destined, or something like that It's actually pure dumb luck The odds are astronomical This is the impossible
The Sun rises. Glory, Happiness, New Life. The Sun moves. Progress, Change, Lessons learned. The Sun sets. Hardship, Upheaval, Violence.
I see the line of water Kissing the the top of my head My hair sticks out slightly The cool breeze of life caressing it And there I stay
When you step past the depth of life You step into a world of confusion Almost like a parallel universe Or just a simplistic illusion. You fall into a mirror world But never see your face.