Alienation
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A soft breeze flows seamlessly
Through a forest the size of the world
A tree feels the featherlight touch
The generous moon places upon it
Welcome, my bode.
Enter beyond,
Seek the fond,
Who dare to lay,
Eyes too stray,
A kindle too hard,
You talk to me like I have never before felt pain.
As I am writing this, I just want to cut my wrists and feel the sting.
But I won't.
I am healthy now.
I am an American citizen
Born and raised a southwestern Virginian
A member of the USA's dominion
Yet people are still of the opinion
If you divide a population
By the lowest common denomination
The result remains the very same
While the one never fits the frame
foaming in the throat
I dragged myself
over sand
dunes knotted
asphalt
pulling
the me that is not mine
Sretno novo leto.
Hvala, također.
We sit at our table of three
After mass in our language
(held in the real church’s basement)
say whats in the crowded space above your nose
open your mouth and say it
what about the backlash
what about the pain come hither
no
will not
shall not
No name can fit this hollow mess of flesh, so try another and carve a new facade wear it today, a new one tomorrow as yesterday's skin has decayed into a rotten mesh of bruised and bloated purple-green. I know! lets create our own!
Take me to mars,So I can see all the stars,So high up to par, No need for fast cars.Alienated from this world,Just balled up and curled,Now and then wanting to hurl,Wishing I had my girl.
We left when it was still light and returned when it was about night.
The moon hung in the sky with a dark cloud lampshade.
Less watts than a microwave, but the power never goes out.
How high can you fly?
White like the new moon,
My bird in the sky;
Singing a sad tune.
Why are you alone?
Chills
Reaching deep within my soul they breed
Multiplying, festering
Unable to stop them, unable to take control
I retreat, trying to preserve the little sanity left
The ones who can help but do not,say they understand andthey say it will passor it was our own faultthey understand nothing. Those who cannot help but try,know how we writhe the emotions and physical sensationswe cannot articulate, though we trywe
