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What would you rather?
That's a question we must ask ourselves.
Say for example,
Would I rather be lonely?
Or would I rather be forgotten by someone I'd never forget?

I guess life was never meant to be easy.

Unfortunately...
Vernell Allen Jul 2015
I have returned to darkness because
my eyes fell out of my head
My sockets are filled with maggots
that harvest deep secrets and
scream ridicule to my mind
Larva drill into my brain and eat the images of you and ***** ugly truths
that I am too blind to see
So they slide down my throat like
worms to my heart and wrap it in a cocoon to protect it from your sea on lies that I swallow as I search for the truth before me that I am too afraid to believe
because I hold you dearly
Truth cuts the thin rope that we dangled from together and makes me fall into a bottomless depression
So I will bandage myself with fallacies and blindly fly into the shadows holding
you because you are my light
even though you are not righteous.
Late night free writing
Vernell Allen Jul 2015
Hold me.
A lots going on so just hold me.
Open my eyes and show me
that I am not alone.

Love me.
When hell is in my heart
wont you, love me?
We'll begin a new start if you
Just love me for who I am.

Trust me.
I'll never decieve you, please truth me
my soul might be evil but still trust
and believe that I can change.

I will change for you.
  Jul 2015 Vernell Allen
Nicole Dawn
I could end the world
It would be easy
I would simply need to allow myself
To fall in love with
The sun
The moon
The trees
Or some other important thing
And like all other things I fall in love with

**It would leave
Vernell Allen Jul 2015
The air fills with the smell of buttermilk
biscuits and sizzle of patty sausages.
The whistling song of the red breasted robin undercuts the sizzle.
The rest of her orchestra accompanies her.
Crickets chirp, squirrels cheep,
and the blue jay tweets its solo.
They serenade their audience with
Nature's 9th symphony.

As the aroma of morning breakfast seeps into the living room,
the children stampede, ready to savor the sweet home cooked meal. My sister tells me good morning and hugs me.
I fix her food first.

After I feed the rascals, I sit back in my cushioned chair
and place my plate of biscuits, eggs, sausages, and syrup on the wooden table.
I enjoy my cooking as I listen to
Nature's concluding sonata.
The rising sun warms my arm
and signals this will be a wonderful day.
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