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Self AwareLying in wait
jilted, by a fictional betrayal
a smile flickering across your face
unaware of the wound, the scars
that have surfaced
you pulled the trigger
without even knowing ,there was a gun in your hands
I lie in wait
needing to transfer the pain
pass along the disease
as if hurting an innocent
would magically erase the pain,the torment
that has formed and engrained itself in my bones
in my head you are not the others
but their face's flood my vision
memories tearing a hole in what should be a happy moment
your face falls as I speak
attacked viciously without cause
confusion and hurt spreads
I'm left alone
no relief from anger
and then the guilt comes
but I did it anyway
knew the outcome
saw the future
because it's the past
stuck as the world moves swiftly on
unable or unwilling to let go
comfortable in my own sickness
in my cage
Tragedy of ExistenceThe world is but a play
Exercised by random
A dance of the untamed
People being tossed about
In determined chaos
By delusions of control
The biomechanical minds
Inventors of meaning
The abusers of time
Billions of egocentric
We crawl like animals
With eyes full of dust
Everyone a falling star
In Tragedy of existence
Intimacyhere, a quake, so I name
your fourth abdominal Venezuela
because in fourth grade I wrote
about tectonic plates that slide
so subtle below the ocean floor
and alter a landscape
just now, with my fingers feathering your hip bone
and your mouth adjusting the tempo of red rivers
under the surface, I feel like a new mountain
birthed by the shattering of old growth
and tasked to climb till it possesses the sky.
MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe
Why can't I do
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew
Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried
What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say
I saved a life
"Do you remember the first time you said you loved me?" Francis said to Mathew.
"I can't believe I acted like that."
"I believe it was a month or two after you had money trouble and moved back in with me."
Francis was going out with a girl again.
Matthew absolutely hated it when Francis went out with someone.
When he was little he would savor the 'I love you' in French that Francis told him.
They seemed meaningless now that he was grown up.
Why though? Matthew would often say to himself. Why did they mean nothing now?
Francis came back home, very late, and Matthew had waited for him.
When Francis walked through the front door Matthew bolted to him and what he said surprised even him.
"Why did you come back so late?! I waited so long I was worried sick! Why do you need to leave so long for women?!"
"Because I want them to love me of course, it's that simple."
"I don't know why though! I love you more than anything! You
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