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Slit my wrists with a white quill
Let emotionality bleed out,
through the crack in the broken windowsill
where the light
shines through
on the darkest
sans Moon night.
  Sep 2015 SaturnKnight
Jason Chae
For some reason
there are people holding up their umbrellas

Although no drops seem to fall
they had umbrellas tall

They were too afraid to get wet
that they even covered
the warm sunshine.
rain rain go away
  Sep 2015 SaturnKnight
Luke
Float on lifeless vessel, I’m afraid I must jump ship.
Everything I’ve ever done, ever suffered
has lead straight to this.

Every story they will sing will be of sorrow and of doubt
but this was never about taking the easy way,
this was just about getting out.

I’ve lived so long in regret of moments that fleeted all too soon
that my head has become crowded with all the broken memories
and now there’s just no room.

I can’t exist beside them for any longer, not for one more day.
So I’ll deliver my bones unto the river and
let the current carry my conscience away.
This one may seem like it's about suicide but it's really about letting go of the things that you've been holding onto, forgetting them, moving on. Lethe is the river of forgetfulness, being one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld. It is said that if you drank from the river you would experience forgetfulness.
SaturnKnight Sep 2015
Glad that Fall is finally here. Not because of the pumpkin spice specials, nor the chilly weather.. Not that I enjoyed the summer heat anyway.
But what makes Fall important to me, is the beauty of realization. The eye opener of change. The hot weather becomes cooler, the leaves begin to change colors, the leaves start to fall.
Amazed by all of this, yet not seeing the true picture. If the weather, leaf colorcolors, & trees start to change, to show beauty, & rebirth. Why can't we?
SaturnKnight Sep 2015
Midnight thinking.
Late night dreaming.

Watching the night sky.
Enjoying the the darkness,
Make the moon, & the stars look bright.
Something like day light,
& sunny skies.
But not quite.

The whistling, fresh breeze.
Laying here under the trees.
The damp grass feels soothing.

The silence.. It's beautiful.
Only to hear the gental snores of earth.

I whisper closely..
"I am a part of you,
& without you I'd be nothing.
Sleep soundly mother..
For you are my nature.
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