We're all okWhen you enter the debris of a neat suburban home Avert your eyes onto the pine and chrome Don't look at the shards of shiny happy guys Because you may see your reflection in their eyes Your blank eyes and scarred wrists In you their hopelessness also exists.We're all ok
Do you feel their suppression? Taste that bitter sweet depression You're just like them, you feel the loss The black sheep's gone but at what cost? There is no friction but there is neither a spark The future seems empty and stark.
That argument seems so pointless now You pushed her over the edge,
soles and souls are thisSlap crunch - it was just me, nose diving into pavement cracks before the three women in aprons and designer shoessoles and souls are this
+ a push chair
laughed me off the back street.
They hold their futures in the backs of their heavy thighs.
Breath harder -
Four years ago I was sixteen, three blond haired girls called me 'slag' in the bus station at seven oh ten PM.
They liked cigarettes and skipping school, I didn't
like running
But I had to. Scream louder -
I wanted to tell some of these people to watch the sun-clipse and understand love is a cheesy k
A Slice of AirI saved it up in an iron clad boxA Slice of Air
because, its better
when "I love you" rings out like "Fuck" during midnight mass and tastes like the salt on a margarita glass
(contrast)
if the movies tell you otherwise they lied.
I guess when you spend your whole life listening to soundtracks
of lives that never existed, you end up with skewed expectations of life love sex & depressions.
The rest is left out, or lost in the mix.
actions never speak to me but they do yell metaphors at the top of their
IMPORTANT!
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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there's a salt water film on the jar of your ashes,
i threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards,
and the sting in my eyes, that you then inflicted
was par for the course just as when you were living.
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Battle zones
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~TheNewCity
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there's a salt water film on the jar of your ashes,
i threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards,
and the sting in my eyes, that you then inflicted
was par for the course just as when you were living.
much appreciated!
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