The most beautiful thing is a star just prior to dying
As a final breath it expels fire
Leaves a trail of future galaxies
It cuts scars upon the universe
A legacy that will remain for a millennia
Stars; they are most human when they die

The cracking pain of a bone
A body far too young rises
It aims to the sky as skin tears
It's time to grow up
See beyond the present
Even if you bones shatter
Rise.
Growing pains.

Though we stand on the shoulders of giants

We still reach

For there is always new fruit
And never an end to this tree

This is why we love and fight
This is why we birth and ****

We will become the giants we will
Or die at their feet as feed

Structure

Chaos

Society way.

Bars

Shackles

Time taken away.

Heart beat

Don't breathe.

Steady hands

Shaking feet.

Conform, conform, conform, repeat.

Comfort

Ignorance

Keep us enslaved.

Unaware

Unquestioning

We weren't born this way.

Face made of stone

Eyes made of glass

Hearts made of plastic

Mind made of brass.

Opinions

Creativity

Individuality

Wash it all away.

Conform, conform, conform, repeat.

Will I be a robot one day?



Watch

Don't talk.

Read

Don't speak.

Walls built tall

Privacy in breech.

Complacency

Security

Uniformity

Preach.

Don't chip the marble

Originality is inside.

Don't break the bottle

Thats where everyones feelings hide.

Inside, Inside, Inside, Internalize.

Destroying humanity

One insecurity at a time.

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Upon Concluded Lives
There’s nothing cooler falls—
Than Life’s sweet Calculations—
The mixing Bells and Palls—

Make Lacerating Tune—
To Ears the Dying Side—
’Tis Coronal—and Funeral—
Saluting—in the Road—

woman.
house of fire and hope
and light.
woman.
canvas where loveliness and
fierceness blend.
woman.
ocean of flowers and life.
garden where all things wonderful grow.
woman.
you.

Featherweight games with a remote control
Racing chickens, i'm on a roll
Tongue twisting exercises across your body
Hold the head, saddle up my pony
Riding hell-bent for leather.

Thirty-minute thermotherapy
Look below, winter came early
Rewrite the Snow White with a giant dwarf
Underground mining, drill a hole of glory
Gather up your wood in the morning.

Wagon attached, touring highways and byways
This is where the rubber meets the road
Heels in mud, reeled under my heavy load
Slightly painful in the rear
Fear not, i'll oil the wheels.

Chills down your spine
Muscles twitching excessively
Something warm to drink and a lullaby
Soothing voices that help me sleep
Louder sounds as i travel further.

Another girl in the back moving with a nice rack
Gives me her helping hand, empties my sack
Keeps me company until we're out of country
Only asks for a little bit of money.