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17 years, a blank slate
Nothing known, nothing seen
Thoughts drift like clouds in a empty space
The clear sky reflects my mind
My emotions still as glass
Shallow enough to walk through
I carry no deep sorrow
No heavy emotion
Yet I feel frustration
Small tremors in my peace
Distortions in my glassy mind
Why?
Could it be?
That he...
No, not possible
My world is set
The globe cannot break
Yet in the distance I hear calling
Clouds come in thick
I cannot see
The horizon that seemed endlessly
Vacant begins to call a storm
Water laps at my knees
I am sinking
Sinking
Sinking
Into my emotions
The storm rages
I am electrified
What happened to cause all this pain
Ah yes, the accident
That he...
No
I must not think
In the distant I hear calling
I must swim
Swim from this chaos I called home
Swim from the dream I have seen
Him
Me
We loved
But then he...
Died
Now this,
I am empty
The ground I stood on has
evaporated
And all that's left is a endless watery void
Why?
From his death came my life
A violent emotion of pain
Return him
Return me

Time

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Time falls away

As the days melt into one

I find myself not remembering

If there even was a yesterday or tomorrow

My life is suspended in time yet moving so fast

Even my fallen time is limited by the decaying of my skin

Tick Tock Tick Tock

The days march forward

Yet I do not

I stay in a cycle

A routine of repetition

Nothing gets done

Nothing gets undone

A life in stagnation

A day I hold for million years

Till all I am left with is

Insanity

We walk like shadows in the house

We walk like shadows in the house

A empty container of once ourselves

We enraptured in our pain

Fail to see the meaning of living again

And if we were to pass in meeting

Not one would state a greeting

We are shades that see an empty house

We see nothing here, not even a mouse

But if some stranger were to pass

They’d see shades poring in mass

The Little Bird

The little bird sings

from its ornate cage,

His mother has cut off his wing

At a very young age

The bird does not cry but roars from inside

Dreaming, not wanting the freedom it could have

And then one day

The mother no longer wished him to stay

So she threw him out to the world

No sooner then he was thrown

Did he breath, gasp and moan

Dying the very same day.

Ode to the Sunshine

The hot hand against my lips

The white light in my eyes

The heat passes through my body

And sinks into the dark green earth below

Loosen up, my legs

Let the sun strengthen your might

Open up, my hands

Let its rays hold dearly with you

Unshut, my eyes

Allow the Sun’s ray to illuminate my soul.

Ode to a Clear Sky

A blue so vibrant and bright

A wispy endless ribbon

A blue dome of might

So round and wide

I can feel myself curling with you

The silence is your roar

The mountain your seams

Your ether presences

Stretches from my hand to infinity

Night

Night is a restless time

Out of place, empty

Everyone has left the world and only darkness remains

Yet at the same time their presence permeates

Pressing you down under their heavy breaths of sleep

Night is a time for the outcast

The Suicidal, the Drunkard and Depressed

It is a time for waiting in hospitals, airports and trains

It is time to slit wrist and eat chicken soup in hotels

It is a time of stress, a time of pleasure

It is a long day, an all-nighter, a death in the streets

Night is the cold stillness that creeps in your bones

Or the hot restlessness that tires your brain

Night is cheesy soap dramas and infomercials on the TV.

Night is the ticking of a clock till sunrise
For those who can’t sleep Night is all but a magical dream.