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  Aug 2018 delilah
Bethie
"I wish the rain would pass us by,"
They say as droplets fall from high
I nod my head as if to say
I think so too, but as it may
I love the rain, the life it gives
The way it makes me want to live
Inside my head, so deep inside
I murmer out an "I don't mind,"

"This freezing cold is hard to bear,"
They say with hats upon their hair
I smile back, pretend to be
What they seem to expect of me
But where the cold is colder still
Inside my mind, the freezing chill
I whisper back my icy side
"But I don't mind, no, I don't mind,"

"I can't stand when I'm all alone,"
They cry out with a striking moan
I laugh inside but nod my head
(Their trifling ways are better fed)
This time I whisper oh so slight
An, "I don't mind, no I don't mind,"

These people, they don't understand
That life does not go as it's planned
And we can choose our path we take
And sometimes ones that we don't make
So take your path, and you will find
That you don't mind, no, you don't mind
delilah Aug 2018
i was tired
and so i slept
i slept
and slept
till i woke on my own
and then i slept some more
until i couldn't anymore
but i was tired still
i dressed myself anyway
and went to school
my eyes were heavy
as were my arms
and legs
and head
i dragged myself about
quite like a corpse
or perhaps a puppet
though i was not the puppeteer
for i don't recall raising my hand
or moving my mouth
but i do recall what i heard
i heard myself say
"i'm too tired to speak
too tired to eat
too tired to think
and too tired to sleep"
yesterday i was tired
today i am tired
tomorrow i will be tired
i will stay tired
because
because when i say i am tired
i do not mean i need a nap
i do not need sleep
trust me i have slept
and slept
but i don't wanna sleep my life away
i am tired because...
well i'm not sure why
  Aug 2018 delilah
Roxxanna Kurtz
My universe is collapsing
at the heart of the sun.
My skin scorched to
bare bone;
the weight of the world
coming undone.
The cells of my existence
evaporating,
as gravity pulls stardust
into my lungs.
My last breath a whisper, of
"Will you miss me when I'm gone?"
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