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CL Fjell Jul 2019
Constant bombardment ensues
Echoes and ties the noose
Here lies your only son
Oh no, what have I done
I killed him with words within
Ignorance, abuse, and sin
CL Fjell Jul 2019
I picked up my bags this morning
Took one drag of that cigarette and said
"I'm leaving this town forever, finally!"
So I walked out that creaking door
Took one deep breath
And I woke up.
And I sighed,
"I'm still I'm this town... forever."
CL Fjell Jul 2019
A stone
I found her all alone
In a field, perhaps
One that has overgrown

She had bright emerald eyes-
Opal glistened hair
Flowing effortlessly

Tones of song sang to me
Dancing on the night
She flew over to see

One whisper in my ear
"Why did you come here?"
"Because I love you, dear."

She vanished with the light
Taking with her stones
Will she come another night?
CL Fjell Jun 2019
Probably won't be around much longer.
I can't breathe these words or songs or
Feel the same strong feeling of love for
Things I used to do, the people I hugged sore.
The late night kiss, the closed locked door,
Feelings in my chest I'd never felt before.
Now I'm just a shadow, a loathsome *****.
I don't deserve these words or songs or
That same strong feeling of love for
Life; so I'll end it
Just like I did before... you
CL Fjell Jun 2019
How do you finish a quest,
A quest for love,
When even your own intuition says,
"You're not ready."
But I know I'm ready,
I need this!

It's been too long
Too long without a kiss
That releases that dopamine,
Get my brain so high

It's been too long
Too long without a hug
That releases the demons,
Make my spirit feel alright

So yes, I'm ready
But my intuition screams
It still screams and says,
"No! You'll just die again!"
But intuition please,
Don't you have to die to be born
To be born again is to love.
CL Fjell Jun 2019
Mind numbing cicadas
Buzzing in my brain
Until I die
I'm a cicada
Constantly screaming
Until I die
Loud percussion
Everyone ignoring
Until I die
CL Fjell Jun 2019
Sunlit room breathes deeply
Another morning has awoken
A tired zombie shuffles across
Lethargic.

Morning stretches and a daily rinse
Turns a zombie to a prince
Now he's ready to work and work
One-third of his life away
So tragic.
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