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Stop and think about
what you are doing
just for a second...
before you fuck up again.
Stop, and let me tell you what it is
you should be doing...
instead of this.
You are too young to know what is good
for you...
allow me to be the the light that guides you.
Stop and think about things twice before you act.
Time crawls faster than you can walk
i doubt it will wait for you...
no, time would never wait just for you.
It will run as soon as it can
leaving you and me behind, two foolish idiots holding hands.
wondering..."Was there ever something i missed?
what you are doing
just for a second...
before you fuck up again.
Stop, and let me tell you what it is
you should be doing...
instead of this.
You are too young to know what is good
for you...
allow me to be the the light that guides you.
Stop and think about things twice before you act.
Time crawls faster than you can walk
i doubt it will wait for you...
no, time would never wait just for you.
It will run as soon as it can
leaving you and me behind, two foolish idiots holding hands.
wondering..."Was there ever something i missed?
Literature
Pain
Hangs from your spine
like an incomplete, conjoined sibling
with no mind of its own
but enough of yours to make you fear it.
Comes when you are sleeping
to perch on your face and dip its beak
redly into your dreams.
Shucks its claws
on the upholstery of your flesh.
Is a fog-eyed poet, reading aloud to you
endless reams of his own passionate,
excruciating verse.
Squats in the waste it has made of you,
a basilisk-child
you dare not look in the eye.
Remembers the body when it moved
with the ease of light across a lakes delicate skin.
Watches your babies grow
skins so thick they cant feel you.
Is an illusion
overcome
Literature
Truths And Lies
I entertwined the lies and the truths
Until I was blinded by them.
It became so hazy that I
Believed the lies and disbelieved the truths.
Literature
In Reverse
13.
Jesus flew over the city today.
He cast a dark shadow upon our bleak and childish faces
and the now dark towers that surround us in the midst of this town.
I usually never notice his presence;
the yearly autumn rush mixed with the lingering summer sun overpowers him, fixing my focus to inhaling as much of those last sweet August scents as possible, knowing that as soon as we let go of them, we'll forget what they feel like
for twelve agonizing months. I know it should never be like that.
Such trivial things overpowering the shadow of God's son,
his breath lost in the smell of honeysuckle, his shadow in the early September sun
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i've been reading a book categorized as physics and science and it talks about time....
i've been reading a book categorized as physics and science and it talks about time....