Recycled

Shot in a field. Strangled in a basement. Starved in a hut.

A sheet of paper reports news.

Stabbed in a store. Burnt in a fire. Gassed in a chamber.

Another sheet is added to the pile of news.

Hit in a home. Raped in a bed. Dumped in a lake.

Stacks of paper report news.

Shot in a field. Strangled in a basement. Starved in a hut.

The paper is too heavy to hold.

Stabbed in a store. Burnt in a fire. Gassed in a chamber.

There is no room to store it.

Hit in a home. Raped in a bed. Dumped in a lake.

It will have to be shredded.

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raw

go blank to your responsibilities
look into the eyes of the one you speak for
do it every night
acquaint yourself with your impression
you abuse what you are unsure of
when you should be pointing at privileges
let your sweat speak
your blood leak
when words do not carry a connection
we hide nakedness
we hide raw

The Melancholy Song

(I wrote this a while back going through a rough patch, but that’s all over now)

The Melancholy Song

You want to escape
Yet you are afraid of the passing faces
The faster paces they make to desert you
They are quick to mock all they see
You want to isolate yourself in a room
Yet you fear what you will become without
Touch, without
Assurance, without
Family
You want to escape
Yet everything seems to make you sad
It is not an unstable feeling
It is a deep, pensive familiarity
It is Melancholy, and it is a long-lasting fixture
It soaks your bones
It lulls your conscious
It creaks and groans
Silently
You’d wish it gone if you had
The will to wish it gone
Anonymity would suit you well
Yet these days you would need a permit in hell

In A Moment

It happened within the speck of a second
Like a whistling arrow cutting through
The air and splintering its target.
He felt the inevitable pause
Between peace and chaos and blinked;
Thwack!
Buckled glass. Tightened muscle.
Last minute thoughts of love.
He squeezed his eyes in prayer
To the gravel road to be kind to his fragile spine.
He soared.

It happened within the speck of a second
Like a whistling arrow flying through
The air and striking its target.
He felt the inevitable pause
Between peace and chaos and blinked;
Thwack!
Buckled knees. Tightened embrace.
Last minute thoughts of lust.
He closed his eyes in prayer
To the divine girl to be kind to his fragile heart.
He soared.