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Morning has reared it head
All birds and hot sweaty sun
I have left the land of the dead
For a moment

Dressed and shaven
Fulfilled with life
Scouring the subtle haven
Of my flat

Papers and toast with butter
Simplicity in its purest form
Words come along in a mutter
As I open my door

Cars and bikes fly past
Noises I am now accustomed to
Evanescent and buoyant to the last
The gate I open slowly

Trees awkwardly blow in the wind
Cracking and swaying in motion
Nature makes me regress and rescind
As I shamble along the street

Children deliriously play in bliss
Unaware that I have emerged
The world I could eagerly kiss
In a heartbeat

Factory gates appear like giants
Corroded and crumbling as one
This is the century for legends and defiants
One day I will be among them too
 May 2018 Anna
 May 2018 Anna
People are like clay.
We can mold to adapt.
We can change how we look,
But not what we are made of;
And if we are left uncared for
We become as hard as rocks,
And that's the tragedy of living.
 May 2018 Anna
when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity
 May 2018 Anna
Tyler Matthew
Well now your tears
they don't bother me.
I said your tears
they don't bother me at all.
You know your tears
they don't bother me.
Your tears, now,
they dont bother me at all.
But I'd hate to see you leaving.
Leave me with my back
against the wall.

I saw your train pull in the station.
I heard the whistle start to blow.
Yeah, as your train got to the station
I could hear that lonesome whistle start to blow.
Well, I could meet you down the line,
but where you're headed
I just dont know.

As those wheels got to turning,
so did my heart, girl, ya know it did.
When them wheels started turning,
so did my heart, girl, yes it did.
And I could see you in the window
laughin' like some little kid.

I guess my tears didnt bother you
and you know that's such a shame.
I guess my tears didn't bother you
and ain't it such a shame.
'Cause the reason they were falling
is 'cause you're gone and I'm to blame.

— The End —