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 Oct 2014 Akela Santana
The Noose
Restless winds blew my way
As I stood in the epicenter  
Gazing at the eerie panorama
Of the city of the dead
In that moment death
Seized to be
A bone trembling distant threat
That triggered a ludicrous
Desire to flee
To a sphere where
It would never find me
Instead in that very moment
It became a vivid promise
Someday
I will be laid into the ground
And to dust I shall return.
All men must die but I wish we could live forever. The reality of death is inconceivable & freightening.
you planted flowers in my rib cage but they died when you left,
now my lungs are filled with dust and smoke and I can't ******* breathe.
you made butterflies grow in my stomach but they flew out of my mouth as sweet nothings and now I have nothing else to say.
sometimes you leave drunk voice mails saying you miss me and your words burn the back of my throat but ***** still burns worse.
you said I had the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen, I guess you met someone prettier because my eyes are sunken and grey now.
you poisoned my blood with your *******, I guess warning labels weren't made for this kind of drug (not that I would have stayed away anyway).
I've replaced the dark purple love bites you left on my neck with razor sharp kisses across my wrist,
I'm doing okay now.
Morning is a trigger to activate the awakening normative
Prior to such a tradition was endorsing the night of sedative
Temptation pressures me to remain with the sleep of comfort
But day is none other than a truce between light and alert
Leave the bed I must and forward to the room of ****** nurture
The kitchen is the place to cope past the room filled with furniture


Upon the counter I shall set my coffee to rest with the breeze
Bacon is part of the morning nurture I shall extract from the freeze
Inside the toaster shall be two bread slices facing the slow roast
Alongside the swine's flesh shreds are eggs from the chicken host
Products of meat shall cook upon the range until come the full stop
This morning meal shall I consume when done its use on the countertop
It is 2:13 AM.  I am up thinking, dreaming –
Yet still awake.
My dreams are my reality.
My imagination keeps me awake.
Brain is flooding with creativity,
Yearning to pour out –
A w a k e.

My dreams are my reality
Mind filled with blissful negativity – awake.
Dreaming of unorthodox fantasies.
Eyes wide open but mind floating in another realm – awake.

Blood flowing
Fingers throbbing
Pulse pumping
Heart skipping
A l i v e.

I fall, I fail but I still strive.
My mind aligned
With stars and planets – unconfined.
Letting go, trying to find
The mysteries of  
L i f e.

Are these mysteries meant to be discovered
Are they meant to be uncovered?
Everyone hovers
Till the day reality is
R e v e a l e d.

See, the world we live in
It’s a mere mirage created by oneself.
Lies created to hinder discovery.
Truth buried
Deep, deep down under
Not meant to be
U n c o v e r e d.

The beauty of life that it’s m a j e s t i c
Life blown into our bodies
Temporare - ily
Until the time for departure
A r r i v e s.

We attempt to leave legacies
To be looked upon in history
To be unforgettably
I n c r e d i b l e

To live forever

Forgetting o b l i v i o n is inevitable.
If I seem a little shaky,
it’s just my nervous twitch,
but I'm starting to see double,
double the trouble,

crawling on my knees,
Trying to find my keys,
Tearing up the carpet,
Chewing it with my teeth,

Laughing hysterically at nothing at all,
hitting my head against the nearest wall,
continuously *******,
I just can’t contain myself at all,

Sitting in the bath fully clothed,
******* over the bathroom floor,
burning my arm with a lighted match,
trying to eat my nicotine patch,

I'm loaded up with pills,
expecting some big thrills,
but I'm left rocking in my chair,
Its just my ******* breakdown, yeah.
there is never
a right time
there is only now or never
time doesn't exist
but death does
so before they bury you
tell them you love them
show them you love them
laugh until you collapse
speak up, speak out
love more
fight less
smile hard
frown less
be honest, open and forgiving
because you don't have time
you only have death
and it is waiting for you
around every corner
Once it becomes
no longer necessary
to consciously think about it,
then
can One truly begin
to ponder it.
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