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It seems vanishing now is the way of the world
Some just have given up on me as person worth their time
Some are busy with the world and all it's demands
Some are withdrawn like turtles in a storm
And some just vanish without a reason at all
It's going to be a cold December at this rate
Some just have given up on me as person worth their time
Some are busy with the world and all it's demands
Some are withdrawn like turtles in a storm
And some just vanish without a reason at all
It's going to be a cold December at this rate
Literature
Weeds
We are famous amongst the stars
I am sure
This small little blue and greeny brown rock
In the back of some Alien filing cabinet
"Life: yes"
"Intelligence:"
There scribbled in some hyper-advanced red pen
"Still Under Review"
Our Clanging About
So distinctly arrogant
Is surely why we do not receive
Visitors
Proclamations of Superiority
Declarations of Righteousness
Thesis of Aptitude
Rumblings of War
Oh yes
We are very sure of ourselves
As we drool on our pacifiers
Play with the Elements like blocks
And Yet
Something so small
An Organism accidentally released
Sends us cowering to our campfires again
A Fell Wind approaches
All our Bluster
Literature
Where Have You Gone?
Where have you gone, lover of mine?
Where have you been, this unending time?
Have you gone on a train, to a place far away,
Where the mountains sing and the sycamores sway?
Have you taken a boat to an island alone,
Where you sit and you think as you toss a cool stone?
Have you leaped on a plane to see new skies,
Where you watch shining stars with tired, worn eyes?
Have you just walked along roads with rotting old signs,
Where the locals count up your hard liquor fines?
Have you met someone new, sweet, and bright,
Who listens to your stories until late at night?
Have you made a friend that lends a hand,
Who will be by your side in the dirt a
Literature
Pulling My Thread
Lifting at corners edge,
coming undone at my seam.
All that I thought I knew,
now I don't know what it means.
I contemplate the fraying,
the shadow I cast is all torn.
This body I wear has grown heavy,
my soul is a tangle and worn.
Breathing becomes a point of focus,
Taking each gasp timed in sighs,
Lungs full of tears now drowning.
Whispers replace all my cries.
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