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The screech echoes against
the trees and the green grass,
resounding deep into their
soft fleshes.
Metal stands for centuries later.
And the laughter carries
through the air in definite waves.
Recognized and believed,
but never seen.
It marks the moment
of uncharted bliss.
A glimpse and mere second
wrapped up into the very voice
of who exists.
There is a reason that satellites
were launched into space
with echoes of laughter, hatred
and all these intangible emotions;
we are lonely here.
And any world we have tried to
create, feels distinctly
empty and isolated.
And we have no answers to
whether or not we are all
simply dreaming or
if any of this is worth  it at all.
And yet this concoction of a significant
life, marches on with the
limits of time.
And most of us forget what it was
like, once upon a time,
to really know what it meant
to be alive.

Nothing changes

Mind thought- you were destined to leave,

And all your life is spent waiting for 

every breathing thing around you to disappear.

Nothing is permanent,

Everything has this starch and stiff feeling,

And it disintegrates

the moment it feels touch.

Maybe there is some wicked freedom 

in this expectation to fail

because powder can be my future

and you can lick it off your cherry lips.    

How Little we Know

How little do we know
about the times we pass through
our friends mind.
The left pieces of our souls,
drift within each other.
Coming to the surface is a blessing
and gaining recognition is a miracle.
And we never know how much surface
we breach
because mum is the word.
How little do we know
how deeply we are loved
and cared for.
If only every thought was counted
and cloaked you
in the safety of knowledge.
The warm embrace of thoughts.

Dry

As the homeless man digs through the garbage,
a shiny red beacon of industrial success
breathes next to him.
It's chrome legs shake with power
and currency flows from it's lungs.
And every morning I see the same man
seeking something to eat
in what others would refuse
next to the promise of progress.

And the day you left again
I never mentioned how dry I became.
My skin cracked and mouth wouldn't open,
blood stopped pumping.
Suddenly it hurt to believe in anything.
And anything called a soul
just couldn't survive.

We wait for spring like the second coming of Jesus,
we wait for the rains to bring back
what was once called a worthy life.
How simple water can seem
until it is gone.

Coherent Words

I have constructed a true sentence in a long time. And I haven't believed in any truth for even longer. And I am frustrated beyond any words I can speak because I don't have a God, I am half-way across the world, they refuse to see my point of view, and I am your punching bag all the time. And I am trying so hard to be a stronger person than I was before. And I am trying to smile and love like I have before, but its so hard when you no longer feel like you have a hand to hold or a place to stand. And I never get anything done, and I never go anywhere, and my mind was never open, and I never really learned anything. Someone better explain all of this to me soon or I fear I will be angry and lost all the time.

God shouldn't be so hard to swallow

What was believed ten years ago,
in the eyes of a child,
looking for a home and something to believe in;
cannot transcend what changes when
time passes and experiences are learned.
And maybe I am just lost,
but I've been half-way across around the world;
what can you say about that?
And maybe I am just one in the
hordes of the godless masses,
but I cannot say that the changes in my heart
are wrong at all.
Because I do not think truth is so starkly defined,
and I certainly do not think God is black or white either.

Djuna Barnes

This is the box you placed me in...