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Only 21:00
Dressed to kill, we arrive
shots clink under a disco ball
I sparkle, silhouette sublime
Only 22:00
Too early in the night to give up
The club is empty of good talk
Laden with thoughts,
like ripened fruit
heavily hanging
upon bent boughs
memories weigh
and must somehow
attain release
from the tree
that is my mind.
Still and quiet
contemplating
So it begins.
The temperature rises.
Everyone's running amok
Willing to do whatever it takes
To make the loudest sounds
Find the one,
Reproduce,
Die,
So the ones after me
I’ve let myself become a doormat.
Well, maybe not a doormat that gets stepped on once or twice a day.
No, I’ve become like a paperweight:
So much of me that the world cannot see,
I have to try to see it as beauty
For if every condensed thread of my being were to unwind to the world
Might I as well not exist? Questions to these answers may not unfurl...
Ten was the first lie. “I’m not doing that crap, I’d never lie to you.”
Nine was the next fight. Slamming doors, throwing things, and hitting each other.
I have this tendancy to
Fall apart sometimes.
When the banging in
My head
Becomes so loud,
I am drowning
In my thoughts that
Frighten me more than anything.
And the muffled shouts become
today you've stopped looking through me
finally deciding to see me
we'll journey through the cycle
meet. converse. become friends. best friends.
She screams
He hears
Her words are full of tears.
She cries,
He lies,
All of their meetings are full of goodbyes.
There's hurt,
There's pain,
A unicorn slain by any other name still brings a curse. When the letter of the law is to forbid emotion, society crumbles in its wake. “No justice!” screams the pot, “a curse for a curse!” exclaims the kettle.
A thousand universes aligned
To being us tonight, tomorrow, and forever
Some call it fated, destined, or something like that
It's actually pure dumb luck
The odds are astronomical
This is the impossible
The Sun rises.
Glory,
Happiness,
New Life.
The Sun moves.
Progress,
Change,
Lessons learned.
The Sun sets.
Hardship,
Upheaval,
Violence.
I see the line of water
Kissing the the top of my head
My hair sticks out slightly
The cool breeze of life caressing it
And there I stay
When you step past the depth of life
You step into a world of confusion
Almost like a parallel universe
Or just a simplistic illusion.
You fall into a mirror world
But never see your face.
