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Mar 2018 · 191
The Sound of Calm
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
Feb 2018 · 514
Lovesick
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
Jan 2018 · 229
The Historian’s Dilemma
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
Dec 2017 · 476
The River
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
Nov 2017 · 259
Dim Enough
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
Nov 2017 · 913
Nail Clippers
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
Nov 2017 · 293
Killers Creed
Wes Mills Nov 2017
Once again I felt the urge
The forceful pull
The sudden surge

A consuming lust
Fulfills my drive
To hold the knife
To end that life

Inside and out
Scars are showing
Blood is flowing
Someone is running

The fatal blow
The blood red glow
A TV show
Made reality

After the deed
The passion still roams
The killers creed
Fulfills thy own
Nov 2017 · 184
Literary Oppression
Wes Mills Nov 2017
I understand that because of my generation’s culture and environment that the quality of literature from the previous centuries shall rarely be produced at such an exceptional quality again.

This revelation has brought me great sorrow, especially due to the fact that I, myself, am influenced by my culture’s toxicity.
3/10/20 yo this is some ******* ****
Nov 2017 · 321
Propel
Wes Mills Nov 2017
I propel the mallet through the air
To land bluntly on my hand
But still I feel no freeing pain
And I continue to be ******
To a world of expired meaning
And a body where I cannot feel
So I search for my forgotten drive
By drawing blood and skipping meals

At times it becomes too much to bear
The weight of bearing nothing
So I shield myself from expecting hearts
And turn to the one thing loving
A silver knife with a glistening grin
“I’m always here if you need me”
And once again I propel the blade
And finally find feeling
Nov 2017 · 218
The Temptation Tree
Wes Mills Nov 2017
The tree of Temptation
O how beautifully it sways
Let us climb up its trunk
On its branches we’ll play
We’ll eat of its fruit
And become full and tired
Then we’ll wake from our naps
And climb ever higher!
The farther we go
The tree’s limbs become thinner
Suddenly they snap!
And we all fall, as sinners
Nov 2017 · 203
Sense
Wes Mills Nov 2017
I hate watching myself live my life
It may not make a lot of sense to you
But it makes a lot of sense to me

You hate seeing other people be happy
You may not make a lot of sense to you
But you make a lot of sense to me

We hate enjoying anything without each other
It may not make a lot sense to others
But it makes a lot of sense to us
Nov 2017 · 419
Celsius 233
Wes Mills Nov 2017
Minorities are the majority
in a time of mass produced philosophies
A person's worth is based upon
their subjective ideology

Absolutes are known to dilute
an individual's thought process
Every man and woman comes along
with their own pocket god or goddess

Presupposed until something grows
on their wealth of opinions
The significance of what someone knows
dissolved into the billions

A rare find is a cliche or clan
joined together by their mindset
Groups of one, always fighting, warring
they’re their party’s only asset

Without a leader to unite
information remains unimportant
Books and poems, down the drain
Only your thoughts are worth it

Of course, everyone has their own thoughts
and their own personal solution
but all everyone’s answers, all they do
is only add to the confusion
Was thinking about Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, and how that can relate to our world today. I realized in some ways it actually contrasts it, and I noticed some people's need to be original, their own individual. That meant the world to some people, the need to have their own opinions about everything, to contrast and to be different. I believe being your own self and not conforming to a sort of standard is important, but this seems to be happening through their individualism. Everyone has different opinions, so its almost like everyone is the same. That's sort of the thought process that went through this. So, like Bradbury, I made what I thought I saw happening into an extreme reality.
Oct 2017 · 161
Bad Love
Wes Mills Oct 2017
You see a romantic in your reflection
Looking for love without the directions
Try to make progress before it gets hectic
This kind of friction isn’t kinetic
Flustered hearts remix their words
Subtle confusion amplifies the hurt

The sun shines, revealing your guilt

Hide in the shade

You’ve destroyed what you’ve built

Hide in the shade

And try it again
Oct 2017 · 170
know me
Wes Mills Oct 2017
if you want to stay
then you can get to know me
if you want to leave
ill stay here fading slowly
do what you want
i never meant to be controlling
it will be alright
just like i always told me
Oct 2017 · 194
fucked in nirvana
Wes Mills Oct 2017
happiness is selfish
sadness is too
lost in the middle
****** in nirvana

i need a tether
and someone to pull
but i dont feel like
being rescued

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