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Jul 2016 · 622
A Leader Does Not Follow
Becca Bielat Jul 2016
The vast west creates winds
Whirling me towards its wanderlust
I appear on the desert, it was longing to happen eventually
The heat beats down,
I hear no sound
All is nothing here
To survive, one must make the right choices of need
To succeed, one must be a white man dressed in greed
I've been walking for 31 days,
And I still haven't found what I was looking for
Though I didn't know what I was looking for
Yet the hunger grew stronger
And I knew sooner than later
It will be willing to eat me
To survive
Every entity for its own
At dusk I felt a peculiar breeze
It was energizing
I followed the breeze
It lead me to a man with a cigarette
I heard rumors of a deadly smoke around these dooms
But knew it was only a tale
People don't like to hear themselves
They only like attention
"Follow me" he said
Caught frozen in the sinking sand,
I was trying to figure it out
But I couldn't
I wasn't left with much information
And I had no direction before
Other than the breeze that just left me
Too far
Like a pattern
The man was gone too
However, his cigarette smoke was dancing in front of me
Luring me in to his path
My feet sunk deeper into the sand
As each step closer to the man
"I will be there soon" I thought
However I didn't know where I was going
Nor how far it was
My pulsating heart rushed me along
With sweat dripping down almost drowning me
"How curious, the sand doesn't feel like sand at all"
It was warmhearted, hugging me, and slightly needy
Rising up my legs with every step I took
The quicker I ran,
The quicker it rose
"I must catch this man"
Were the only words I could cry to a point
Where it was the one thing dragging me on
The smoke was still swirling along
Laughing
If only I knew how far ahead of me he was
The sand had no mercy
Nor patience
My attempt of a sprint earlier slowed me down
However, the soft sand's speed only grew, never fell
As you can guess, it swallowed me
And if you haven't guess that yet,

You're next
Jul 2016 · 287
To the Greats, To You
Becca Bielat Jul 2016
I know you can't stand it
When I say I understand it
But There was a time and shaky mind, they would fall
Into the depths of hallow eyeballs
They were ghosts that grew posts, they stood tall
But never dared to touch what they would see,
Only felt abstract "reality"
Blind to love that was universally
Surrounding the town and
I can't preach it enough
But when you reach up and grab on the rock's rough
You bleed and weep and I know it's tough
But you can't look down
That fall is out of bounds
Stop your own sounds
If you want to die then **** yourself
And make a new self
You didn't know yourself
You were just breaking through so you can help
Others eventually who have felt
that same flee in the their hearts
In their hearts
Are holes just like yours
There are souls just like yours
Dying to fight the pain
Fighting the pain away with pain
The most dangerous weapon is pain
I can't shout it loud enough PAIN

Is real
But it's not larger than you
You felt the barge go through
And you are still alive, too
With a wound or two
But they fix they heal
Temporary will peel
When you feel
That pain from inside you
Not from pain
But from you
You are not pain
You can stomp your foot in the rain
Shoot your fists to the sky, look insane,
When you never felt more sane
You are game
"Bring it on pain bring it on
I need you pain, to realize what's right and wrong
But I'm not letting you sing my own song"
I sang

The weight on your chest weighs a ton
But as it releases so does the the sun
It's inside you
You feel anew
You look like you grew
You talk like you knew
That all of this was part of a plan
Something greater
Greater than pain

And that's you

— The End —