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Ek Apr 2019
On the fourth day of April
19:02
You broke my heart

I remember the sun setting
Behind your back
When you walked towards me

And the moon above
Your head
When you left

I think it rained at
19:03
Just as I closed the door

The stars of April
Shone into my heart
But left bullet holes
Ek Apr 2019
Today someone said the word
“Swing”
And it brought me back to a distinct
Flavour
Neither bitter nor sour, but
Sweet
Like the cookies, you baked.

Every time I visited I wanted to
Help
Bake the neatest of cookies and
Play
Afterwards in the playground by your now
Old home
You no longer live there but I remember

Every childhood beath I drew
Exist
In that home, nesting in the door
Frames
Measuring my height and the brick wall where we used to
Hide
During those summer nights
Ek Apr 2019
Once I walked the road of nature
Where the scent of outdoor
Came vibrantly close to
The beginning of spring
And the black bunny danced
With the grassland fairies
In the pouring rain

Now I walk the road of nothing
Trapped in boxes of artificial lighting
Seeking desperately for the next thrill
Until the beating punches of midnight
Knocks my eyes out dry
And I awake the next day
To a cacophony of robotic alarms

Tomorrow I wish to see the sun again
To feel the heat on my arms again
To stand on the tickling grass again
To finally go back to nature again
Ek Apr 2019
I return once again
To my trusty pen
To pent out the storms
That brew deep within

But this time I find
I haven’t a rhyme
To execute my words
And represent my mind

So now there’s a worry
And some need to hurry
To prove that I feel
But feelings are blurry

Instead, I panic
My writing’s quite manic
Forgetting the real world
And all that’s pragmatic

Artificial hinderance
To prevent the ignorance
Is something i brew
My mind is carnivorous
Ek Apr 2019
The whole essence of songs
Are the engravings of notes on time
So why is it that i
Draw lopsided eyes
When 60 years ago
Come blasting through to ears anew

I love the hollow echoes
Of studio feedback in records
Ek Apr 2019
Indoor
Outdoor
By door
You see more
Than the spring drizzle
That cleans your lawn
That lets the scents out of your yard.
You see an opening
Through the drops
That lets you escape the drapes
To April
Ek Apr 2019
Open up the morning blinds
To see tomorrow drown tonight
One more day and out to flight

The coats hanging up
The clothes on the rack
With designated countries

Worn to be sure
That every eye sees anew
Local being not foreign
im gonna post all the escapril poems ive written so far
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