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Wes Mills Mar 2018
I remember the bathroom door was framed by a light shining from beyond it

And I heard the sound of crying but it didn't make me sad

Because I knew whatever choice we made the resolution wouldn't differ

And I didn't have control but it didn't make me mad

It's the ending of a prophecy foretold minutes before

by an orchestra of tranquil playing a serene chord

sending me a message I wasn't listening for

telling me to open that light-enveloped door
Wes Mills Feb 2018
Hearts are held hostage

To love once a year

Forced to remember

The one they hold dear

With chocolates and roses

And heart-shaped assortments

Afraid to be lonely

In love with that fear
Wes Mills Jan 2018
History’s useless if we keep learning
from the mistakes we might make in the future
Lady Liberty’s sleeping, the king is a ghost
The world teaches people to hurt her
Is everything dead, or is everything dying
Why try to help when we should be crying
The bread is stale, we’ll give it to children
Money will never make people listen

The cycle of life
The cycle of strife
When does it end
When will it start?
rusty
Wes Mills Dec 2017
A ****** river pierces through
The raw heart of society
Inflicting souls of blooming youth
With socialized propriety

In the core of suburbia
The river flows along the roads
It runs into the neighborhoods
And out the faucets of their homes

What awaits at the river’s mouth
Is a mindless understanding
“Conform or be confused,” it roars
“And live on forever thirsty”

Most children of the world
Are begging for a drink
But some know the river’s tide
It controls what you think

To the conscious youth there lies a choice
To be lonely but be free
Or let the river erode your mind
And be carried out to sea
Wes Mills Nov 2017
It’s dim enough to look
the sunrise in the eye
because after a long night of hoping
for a glimpse of the cosmos
the clouds finally just begin to recede
After hidden stars hide once more
only now does my spite melt away
under the glow of a new day
Wes Mills Nov 2017
I don’t need to clip
my fingernails because I
bite them when I’m scared

If there’s no such thing
as an absolute then I
don’t know why I care

You need everything
to be perfect, so you need
to start to hurry

Don’t bother, I said
to myself, I only bite
them when I’m worried
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