The young
Talk so flippantly of death
In their video games
And pop tunes
They posit heart attacks
And dying tonight
Disconnected
From
The Reaper's loom

The old
Sing so sweetly of love
The
Woulda
Shoulda
Coulda of lt all
Dusted with
Advancing decrepitude
As the brown leaves
Turn and fall.

If you break my heart.
Will you mend it.
Will you wipe away the many tears.
That I shed for only you.
Will you replace the light that shone forth.
As my eyes lingered only on you.
Will you fix this broken vessel.
That was perfect when you met it.
Or will you walk away.
And say, let's just call it a day

We wear coats of different colors,
stitched by history,
shaped by sun and soil.

We come in endless flavors,
rich and sweet,
bright and bold,
each a taste of something
beautifully unique.

But underneath the coats,
beneath the flavors,
we are all the same—
soft hearts,
warm blood,
souls yearning
to be loved.
Human. Just human.

Different wrappings,
one essence.
One song sung
in many voices.
We are all one.

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believe me
i know my tears—
too wet,
 too sudden

my eyes a washing line
of memories, regrets
hung me up
  to dry

searching for a loan
of love like a borrowed
heart pinned to a shirt

to find the wear and tear
of time; every memory
is washed,
 wrung out in silence
until it dripped from my eyes—

finally, oh finally,
  this man has found
the time to cry.

why do I always have nightmares?
when darkness overtakes the sky
it envelopes my head as well
with fantasies of death and horror

whilst others dreams of daisies
in warm flowing fields,
of waves gently lapping
about the shore

why do I jump from sleep
when my nightmares pop
in a cinematic ******,
whilst others wave goodbye
to the bunnies and mice
as they drift towards walking,
ready for their day ahead

sometimes
it isn't enough
to just hug
or have my hand be held
in some sweet way.

i need you to hold me
like you mean it,
as though our souls
could actually
intertwine.

that's when it would
be more than enough.

When paging through lifes journey.
What do we see.
Ticks or crosses.
Let's begin the count, one two, three.
For every cross we see.
It was just another blank.
Of goals we did not reach.
Or missions we did not fulfill.
So today a day as such as this.
Let's counteract, the blanks.
Filling every page, with visions, dreams and heartfelt cries.
As they come, to life on the pages.