Some days
go quicker than others

Some hours
can last all day

Every minute
you're on my mind

With a break down seconds away.

Some days
When I wake up
My glass is half full.

Some days
When I wake up
My glass is half empty.

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Tonight
Before bed
I threw it against the wall.

Tomorrow
When I wake up
I’ll realize that was plenty.

I heard that if you gaze into a fire
That it will begin to gaze back into you

So locked inside a cell
I picked up a book
& proved that theory to be true.

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I also heard that where you die
Depends on the floor
in which you crawled

However this I’ve proved is false
My first steps were in a home
With roaches on the walls

Today I saw a human
That used to be a stranger
Until we realized that through each other
We could dissect our inner angers

So piece by piece
We sat together
& picked my brain apart
Until I found out that it started
During the first trimester
when I evolved & grew a heart

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(My attempt at describing
the way that I interpret life)
-Imagine the broken plate haiku-

I’ll be the plate
& the world can be the spite
That shattered me on the floor
Just to get me out of sight

Only this time the “sorry”
Actually brings me back to life
But each time a piece is missing
& it’s on repeat for every night.

While I sit & wonder
What could possibly happen next

There comes a point where
You have to accept failure
& quit calling it a test

Can I make it

This isn’t how life is supposed to be
But then again

You aren’t supposed to make
The mistakes that I’ve made

“It’s okay, just power through”
Is often said by people
That wouldn’t understand pain

Like they don’t realize
That hard times
Have advanced from my heart
& taken over my brain

The day that we walked thru the graves
Time stood still & let love have its way.

I’ve never been the type
To realize what I have
Until it’s dead.

However on that day
I felt my mind shift
& I let you take over my head.

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Peace
Self taught pain
Maybe this is it

Trees
Gaze into my abyss
Today I saw my life for what it is

Since you lack what's called belief
Than become your own God
& better yourself for me

Cause now you're broken
& it’s easier for you to hide
But who has to clean this all up when you die