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Where'd you get this joy,
Can I tell you a secret,
Did you know that there's a game,
Something fun and it's recent,
We call it Child's Play,
It will be pretty neat,
Let us play it today,
It will be something sweet,

As the timing goes on down,
Or does it escalate,
Let there not be any sound,
All will participate,
Let us go gathering in,
This may just numb your mind,
It is a child's game,
And it is one of a kind!


- ɛռƈօʀɛ -



Whispers into distant darknesses
Mend to your battle stations
One by one the flies fall down and then
Hourglasses lose their sand

Ticking tocking goes the clocking
Don't you run to hidden places
Wipe those tears from off those eyes
We don't like sudden somber faces

This is what we call child's play
No matter what you people say
We play until we cannot think
There is that joy that won't decay

I guess we have to play it smart
So carefully listen to me
There's no sense in playing at dark
There are demons coming for me

There's no sense in playing at dark.
There are demons coming for me.

Like mentos running from a shark,
I'm lost inside a massive sea.
.
.
.
Someone, please come to help free me.
.
.
.
Just like a moth, you'll forget me.
 Aug 2018 Valerie Zewald
hope
no more than days
never weeks apart
never will get together
no possible compatibility
but you're interesting
vastly different to me
you intrigue my mind
and late at night
I speak to you
maybe it's not even you
i'm speaking to the idea i'm preserving
my mind is drawn to your presence
but my heart isn't
DMT
Die ****, y'all tripped, I lean
 On the God that I've seen, 
When he met me in my dream, 
took my hand and showed me reality 
killed me dead with no helmet or memory 
He told me he loved me, humbly
        I told myself, I love myself, I discovered self.

     Rescued from the depths of unconsciously living in debt giving the world every last cent without knowing how to manifest I was drained without sense.
        Always on the defense, scared of present tense, did not dare to jump the broken fence and was stuck there burning incense. 

Wire wrapped into A sole proprietors pair of socks she didn't know would fit her shoes, how dare you. 
Doubt me!?
I doubt you. I doubt you could ever truly understand how much I could believe in you.  Or how easy it is for me to write you off. It's not heartless, with more heart than I know what to do with, I'm just not stupid. I won't be wounded, unless by self.
         Self is safe from self, and no one else. 

Let's put the world to sleep and meet em all in their dreams,
   give some prolific speech that has em waking up thinking,
      Is this my ideal reality?
 Aug 2018 Valerie Zewald
egghead
We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.
Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."
I've been lost
I've been broken
But I haven't given up
And I won't give up now
Because I know how to fight
All my demons within
And how to aid the
Angels struggling
To set me free
So once I'm free
I hope you'll still be
Around, so I can help
You to get free as well
So that maybe we can both
Be free, able to live the way we
Want to be, do you want to be
Free with me or do you like
The darkness & demons
That prey on you
Every night
Won't you be free?
I did this before school started
He slipped too many times for it to be accidental,
Gurgling underwater; and sinking from the vessel.
He too, had supplied the deaths aboard the deck,
Where drowning and breath paddled; all atop his neck.
Do you know his struggle, until you've met the sea?
Where fish swim past on their way, and you clamber just to breathe.
Sputtering on bubbles, his exhaling's a crusade,
But please don't feel bad for him, that's just an average day-
All feedback is welcome and appreciate!!:)
I hide pieces of myself
Wrapped up in a bow
Anything so you can’t see
The broken me underneath

My sender forgot to mark me
Handle with care
I’ve been damaged
Lost in transit

When I finally arrive
At your feet
I hope you  can look past the cracks
And cherish my pieces
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