Dirt
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Nobody wants to be blocked
In front of the gate of Heaven
Even the worst criminals, on the block
For a pass, cringe, mourn and yearn.
We were just friends
But it wasn’t meant to be
I loved you
But you didn’t bother with me
Left me on read
There was a time I thought nature had forgotten me. That I had been gone too long to hear her breathing. I decided then that I wasn’t going to let her walk out of my life like so many others, so I left.
There was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backyard
The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush
The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
I think there was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backward
The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush
The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
Childhood friends on the playground;
Playing in the sand finding gems;
Getting ourselves dirty for no reason;
Becoming our own superheroes.
Dust cakes every wrinkle,
Sticks to pitch-spots left
By careless fingers roaming
Over bark and wood.
It blackens nails and toes,
Clinging desperate to every cell,
Imbuing skin with dirt-scent
Among the pearlescent waters
I stride across the sand
Breathe in the salt water
Stretch out my hands
All of these grains beneath my feet
Are the ungranted wishes that I seek
What is that tiny speck of dirtIn the distance?That tiny, microscopic,Beautiful speck of dirt
This World We're In Full of fear of the end There are some who seek For the greater good- But can great be misunderstood This World We're In Full of love and enjoyment A house for my family, is money well spent And those who tend to live forever..
Everyone wants to be set in stone
I want to be set in dirt.
Let it fill me up, Let my lips part in a thoughtless smile
As worms make their homes in my throat.
Let life replace life,
what are we but specks of dirt
with too much lust and savage thirst
who reap the land of all that's good
till never more is there what stood
and who am i but empty face
consumed by this empty race