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Right now, I'm still dealing with hurricanes and false hope.
Thoughts I can’t seem to pluck from your mind.
You cling to every word and so I pick them carefully,
but it’s not the un-kept promises that keep the rain falling on us
or the wind violently crashing into our lives.
It's all the things I don't say, the promises I don't make;
marking the way of change and all you stand to lose.
The fearlessness displayed comes from the certainty I feel
as the storm lifts me up with outstretched hands
and I free fall to salvation.
Thoughts I can’t seem to pluck from your mind.
You cling to every word and so I pick them carefully,
but it’s not the un-kept promises that keep the rain falling on us
or the wind violently crashing into our lives.
It's all the things I don't say, the promises I don't make;
marking the way of change and all you stand to lose.
The fearlessness displayed comes from the certainty I feel
as the storm lifts me up with outstretched hands
and I free fall to salvation.
Literature
Winter Child
& though my skin is steel,
I am but a girl without a wolf,
without a home,
without a name.
& though autumn winds still blow,
I only feel the cold,
for winter has settled
into the hollow
between my shoulder blades.
Literature
Airports
Another day with nothing to say, blue grass green sky moving
Clouds falling into bodies of water, dissolving into smoke
The beholder is at an airport, maybe O’Hare, lost as I am
Idling, waiting to see what happens now, speaker-voices instruct
What to do in case of emergency, if the stars all fall, if, if
If all of our minds go south at once, and we can’t reach home
Who will comfort us, then, if the flights are all cancelled?
A human being sits wasting time, wasting away, cancer-ridden
Dreaming of a day unlike today, when we were strong and tall
Tall as the blue trees which scrape the green sky, puncturing
Letting all the air out
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pity
the gunshots sound pitilessly
leaving nothing in their aftermath
but his void roar
and the ground,
glowing with the redness
of his dead brother's blood
he's wounded too, but
he does not expect saving
or medical care
(nor does he want it)
i watch him from afar
as he falls;
with his knees on the bombtrodden street
(one that resembles one he once called his home,
but he has no home now,
only blood, and
violence) and
he gives in to death the moment he sees me
[they taught us not to look the enemy in the eye,
but a second before I pull the trigger, I break the
holiest of rules, and I see a soul just as lost as mine]
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Another quick write, not sure where there coming from, but I take what I can get. Please feel free to make suggestions or point out any errors you may find.
Update: Round one.
Update: Round one.
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I love this, Jay...