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luke Dec 2014
I never belonged in this home
The mold of this home is all
noise and fears and objections
Not the shape I can take up
It collapsed a long time ago
anyway
Pretentious people and trust broken
Pricking at my skin this wall a treason
When the head voice sounds like fears if it had a voice
just what am I hoping for
Ignorant engulfed the whole five bodies
I ran from arms to arms
Reeling through sound waves
Looking for a home that fits me
I guess there are arms willing to stitch me together again
Just defragment me a little bit more
This is the stranger's arms that is warm with hopes
This is home
4 strangers' arms is the only home I need. Things are hard right now.
luke Nov 2014
One night is not enough for you to
fill the next highlighting their scars
you should not throw rocks at his window
then hide your hands in your pockets
and said he's the one trying hard
I didn't mean to say you shouldn't write it
you could write a manuscript
even two for all I know
just make sure the pages are free from spilled inks
before you proceed to the next page
cutting the colour of his hair to paste in it making fun of it
well you got a messy web in your bleached hair
while you're blindfoldingly labeled him with words
it's those words that he seemed to laugh off but kept him up all night reminiscing
just what went wrong on that *one night
You can write about how things went and what went wrong along the way but never never never write about something one can't change like physical appearances and things. That makes you just the same level as him when you said he wasn't a nice guy. That makes two of you if what you're saying is true. Words ****.
luke Nov 2014
His eyes a forest, leaves and moss
Yours a sea, sky and butterfly wings
Both ringed by petals of moon daisy
From this satelite they look like
images of the Earth: blue, green, white, round, alive, spinning
Sun is placed in the middle of the daisy
They are rotating around again
Gave pieces of their hearts in phases
New crescent to first quarter, waxing gibbous to full moon and-
Moon stopped to a halt, it doesn't
want to move
As their eyes laced around the Sun
Came the solstice and equinox
Flowers turns to Sun turns to leaves turns to snowflakes
round and round, wheels within wheels, a cycle
The tears of sun gets into the sky of Earth when it cry
Earth is shut down and people start
hanging hopes and prays and wishes on drops of tears
When Earths is back they had
a piece of sea in their
Earth's a pretty place to observe
other planets we can't live in
Perfect start to fall in love with what's cramped in it people and places.

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