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Like squeezing and gripping
a handful of sand
Your love dropped through
the crevices unrhymed

Defining our feelings
with each orphaned word
Lost in the random
—abandon of time

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
 Dec 2024 Nathan A Brock
Liana
Words are flowing out
Like an endless rainbow of sorrows
Coming right out of my heart

The red of blood
The pain
The guilt

The green of grass
Trees
And my eyes

The blue of the sky in daylight
The ocean
My heart

And all the rest
Of the beautiful and sad colors
Bleeding out of my pen too
Been in my drafts for a bit, I think I'll post it now...


(This poem was written by the brush that painted your soul on)
 Dec 2024 Nathan A Brock
Liana
I'm so tired
I barely slept at all

I'm so tired
I don't have the energy to pick up your call

I'm so tired
My mental capacity is not one enough to deal with you

I'm so tired
Of staying quiet

I'm so tired
Of going to the same torture everyday

I'm so tired
And confused

I'm so tired
My eyes only close in morning

I'm so tired
And the day has just begun

I'm so tired
Of the world

I'm so tired
And my excitement for the day?
None
(This note was written by the giraffe under your bed who stops you from sleeping)
 Dec 2024 Nathan A Brock
elysian
dead in the night
all alone
dead inside

eyes wide open
glued to the ceiling
gone all mental healing

all the overthinking
praying for redemption
followed by slow blinking
for shame, i'm left with feelings of abnegation.
i wonder why i disappear
texts unread
missed calls
half-written messages
cancelled plans
faded into the crowd

i sleep in too late
i don’t sleep at all
because it’s easier to explain those things
than the heaviness in my chest

but the thing is,
they don’t go unnoticed
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