Change for me, i see it calling in your eyes.
dont let me go.
allow this trepidation to emerge.
so full of life, within our beautiful resistance to the world.
cup our hate for eachother and crawl through quicksand till you reach this compression.
concede me to rip your soul apart and purge.
I yearn for this sweet gravity youve decided on.
jolt me to descend.
knives and sticks.
kill my son.
darkness and ample dreams on end
avow me to descend.

looking down, i want to expire the sun.
floating up, i yearn to choke on your scent.

God invented dirt,
man invented soap.
See the difference?
God invented valleys and grass,
man invented cities.
Man invented religion,
God invented church.
There are no similarities.
God invented a simple organic rock
called "the moon,"
or "Luna" as it were.
The beauty of this rock is its sole purpose -
to reflect sunlight from
the other side of the world.
Man,
on the other hand
invented the lightbulb.
Perhaps night time truly is
for sleep.
God invented water -
chemically pure.

Caught me standing in the dark again. Eyes burned when I turned the lights on. Kinda like the time I burned me with the car lighter. I asked me a question but I wasn’t really listening. I got mad and slammed the door in my face. Standing there like a statue wondering what just happened.

 Four Puppies

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For this relief much thanks;
[it's] bitter cold
And I am sick at heart
                           ---Shakespeare
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Once upon a wondrous time

Amid an olden while sublime

On Grandpa’s farm,

I was but four

When Uncle Dave,

At heart rebellious knave,

A natural mutineer

Quite apt to charm,

This girl sits at her desk. She sits with a feeling of rejection a feeling of sadness. She has no one to talk to, no one to confide in. All this little girl has is paper and a pen. She writes day after day night after night. For her this is the only way, she throws a book in the closet and pulls out another one. She grows up cherishing these books, for you see these books, that paper and the pen, they were her only friends. Someone decides to read them one day and stops after reading the first page. A tear drop slides down his face from the pain she put all on just one page.