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I’m lying here on a steel framed bed
Pitch black, solitarily confined
A lost soul living out a sentence
That is appropriate for my crime
My pen once again confiscated
Eyes are closed, they leave me to rot
Confiscate my imagination
Those damn fools most certainly can not
Familiar with the words and grammar
Indeed how to construct a sentence
But I lie here in my six by eight
Unable to convey repentance
See my withered heart lies elsewhere
This island nation suffocates me
May the xenophobic, narrow minds
Sink without trace in to the sea
Pitch black, solitarily confined
A lost soul living out a sentence
That is appropriate for my crime
My pen once again confiscated
Eyes are closed, they leave me to rot
Confiscate my imagination
Those damn fools most certainly can not
Familiar with the words and grammar
Indeed how to construct a sentence
But I lie here in my six by eight
Unable to convey repentance
See my withered heart lies elsewhere
This island nation suffocates me
May the xenophobic, narrow minds
Sink without trace in to the sea
Literature
Progression of Noise
Progression of Noise
The world about endlessly beats
Ever growing noise that numbs
Blaring beeping and marching feet
Minds go weak, coaxing men struck dumb
Ever growing noise that numbs
Use more noise to silence sound
Minds go weak, coaxing men struck dumb
Leave your wit a rat long drowned
Use more noise to silence sound
Time changes noise to melody
Leave your wit a rat long drowned
Let the strange become the edgy
Time changes noise to melody
Screams sear the soul, now sing to hearts
Let the strange become the edgy
Allow the normal to fall apart
Screams sear the soul, now sing to hearts
Ever growing noise that numbs
Allow t
Literature
Opalescent
Opalescent
puddles shimmer aside pick-ups
and diesel engines resting
in the lot of a local diner.
The highway rumble fades
to jukebox country and patron
chatter past glass doors
smudged with the syrupy fingerprints
of apple-cheeked children.
There are no leftovers; everyone
leaves full or happy or contemplative,
eyes on the sky or head tilted
down, gazing into oil slick rainbows
and seeing entire worlds.
Literature
forever and ever and ever
as in love with love and
life as i am,
i am struggling to accept that
good things can't last forever
and a touch
is simply
a touch, fleeting yet
so very beautiful & i'm so stuck
in my own (not so beautiful) brain
dreaming up things that i know
i don't even believe in,
but i want them
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