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Xella Feb 2020
Ironic how the thing that guides us through life is death-
how all through the phase of life we wonder-
death? you listening.

Tell me- do you camouflage yourself in ambivalence for fun
do you hide all your secrets under the hot sun for us to continue to wonder-
Death? LISTEN TO ME!

This belief and wonder of death is much like the religious way we live life-

So serious-

Why?
Live life, try not to take it to serious. Some people don't have that luxury.
Xella Feb 2020
Time and time again I find reason to hide behind-
Giants. Great Giants whom we stand upon.
Time and time again we fail to improve.

One step forward and two steps backwards.
The motto we seem to live through.
Xella Feb 2020
Well you know whats going on-
You know yet you still sit there and
wait-

So while at it give life a thought-

not yours but the kids

-why even are we doing it?

It's survival
Xella Feb 2020
The flip of a coin the confirmation needed
by me to believe in my choice.
50-50 and ill take that.
Live by that-
My psyche like yours confused as hell by the rules this
world produced through the build up of opinion shot out
into bruises by the vessel of- us.

So a flip of a coin is enough confirmation but
the words of a friend make no difference,
the opinion not taken the validation of likes and comments
enough
to make you feel good in a second endorphins.

The flip of a coin enough. but the pain in the comment made. Worth,
1000

These technical uprooted events. Enough!

Find a friend and listen-

Listen to what they say
Listen to the people in your life, not the virtual numbers.
Xella Feb 2020
Street lights and open oceans,
quite the same to me.

If you plan to find yourself
meet me where your eyes leer.

Between the shadows and light,
stands the might that is your mind.

You're stronger than you think.
You say you're drowning, but
Look! your head is afloat.

Live through the blinding engulfing monster-
do not forget the feeling of cool air in the back of your throat.
Xella Feb 2020
Killer. The killer you are stands tall-
The way I love you, how dare you!
It kills- me.
I love you but I am running, you the reaping
shadow in my dreams.
They say blood ties us together, family.
Huh, blood?
That's interesting.

I know you have your struggles,
as we all do at a point in time.
Please please please. Spare me from yours,
as I spare you from mine.
Xella Jan 2020
Muffled sobs and pretty crying
Dressed beautifully in black to stand by boxes treasure of the heart-
And to imagine it ripped out time and time again before the preacher starts- so start

Throw soil onto mahogany box all symbolic and sane- I don’t know if I’d do it the same
What to say? I’ve never been to ash funeral of bright summer day-
To stand and cry in laces dress smart suit hat on head- conceal the dreadful fact we are all now dead
To stand and cry in pain.

For the one million dollar, no! To little-
Precious delight lies safely on velvet  mattress
So pretty.
The dichotomy of two so contrasting so ironic-
Sad crying but sad and beautiful-
Dead and cold by dead- beautifully dead Wait!
Pampered face and fluffed chest- never start controversy of the contour on his face the pain on his lips her neck-
We try so hard to preserve and keep- why?

To not celebrate the day with all the broken hearted that bleed, for you left! So yes, cry.
Cry angry Cry sad Cry pretty beautiful
But remember always remember this end
The ritual made, was made one day over a few many days-
This end of the movement of life is all made by us.

So party-
                   For the ones that lived!
                                                  - and remember me.
I’ve never been to a funeral, at least the “normal” kind.
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