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Noah Rein Mar 2020
I want to feel
Like a mushroom sprouting from the dirt

New
And
Fresh
And embraced by the sun

I want to be

Delicate
And
Beautiful
And dangerous if you treat me wrong

I want to be surrounded by the smell of the mist and the moss

Completely engrossed in my own growth
I know that mushrooms grow in dark and damp places, but I took a walk in a forest and saw a lil mushroom in the sun and got inspired
Noah Rein Dec 2019
It's a sharp, crisp cold
that haunts the december sun

My white breath, too insistent to hold
with words frozen to my tongue

Silently fallen, to the ground half dead
to be one with peat and muck, while my color fades

My bones will break with your mistakes, be careful where you tread
my heart of glass, transparent, was left there and decayed
Noah Rein Sep 2019
I wake up
With memories
That aren’t mine
Filling my head

I sit up
With stolen images
Flashing in my mind

I walk to the sink
With forgotten feelings
Spilling from my eyes

I look in the mirror
And recognize
Hundreds of faces
In my collection of lives

One day
This face will be old
These memories will be stolen
And my feelings will reset

And I’ll try again
Noah Rein Sep 2019
Who do you call
When the police murders
We talk about it for a few weeks
And then boil it down to murmurs

The leaders of the world
And the people in high places
They want to make the big decisions
But rarely show their faces

And it’s almost as bad
To look down and shut up
We should be screaming the fact
That the system is corrupt
Noah Rein Aug 2019
I don’t believe in myths or lore, but there might be truth within its core

I don’t believe in shadow folk, or people made out of smoke

I don’t believe in fairy lights or small gnomes wandering through the night

I believe they are allusions, all about scary humans

I do believe in monsters though, just not the ones the fairy tales show

Monsters can be many things - strangers, friends or even kings

Most of all I do believe, that inhuman monsters are make-believe
Noah Rein Aug 2019
Our lungs are burning,
Filling with ash,
Burning with greed,
All done for cash.

I think the time has come,
We have to be rash,
Or else we’ll watch as we burn,
And be gone in a flash.

It’s time to get angry,
There’s only one solution,
Let’s yell and take action,
It’s time for a revolution.
Noah Rein Aug 2019
Life is like a game of chess
Your status dictates where you get to go,
But when you think yourself a queen,
It’s hard to get a no.

When you’re in fact a pawn,
And get to play as king,
You’ll let the power get to your head,
And the country you will wring.

You hear them groaning,
Under your weight,
You hear whispers of impeachment,
In every state.

You’ve cut your voters,
Down by half,
You yell “we’ll buy Greenland!”,
And you’ll hear Denmark laugh.

There’s nothing to do
You’ve lost them all
And it all started when you stood up and yelled
“We’ll build a big wall!”
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