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Emmennarr May 2017
There are some times
I wish for independence;
To be able to fly
And leave at any time
And come back at record speed
As if time never mattered at all.
Poem from Florida.
Flying home tomorrow.
Emmennarr May 2017
I remove my lioncloth from atop the fireplace
It was meant to dry over the night
But now, like my soul, it is burnt to a crisp
The fire burns like a liquid
As if my heart were being scalded and drowned.
I would plead for a day off
But hell is relentless, as people perceive it
There are no weekends and no time for a break.

For now, it is time to suffer
Until eventually I can escape.
Emmennarr May 2017
Time is the capsule that closes around us
As you don't see the gap between
Both times each day that
The clock strikes twelve.

It is the restraint
To deny continuance of progress
And to steal our train of thought
To reverse the train's direction
Until we can turn it around again.

It is temptation of
The sleep we crave
And an attempt
To take away our temptation
Within what seems
Like a few seconds.

I can't track the time
When this capsule constrains my eyes
To the paper ahead of me
Just to tear it up overnight.

This pill is the distraction
To keep me from knowing
When to leave or when to find out
What to do with my life
When all I can ever do
Is learn to restart a day
That will not end.

I am a slave to the time that holds me here
And the only thing keeping me here is time.
Emmennarr May 2017
The largest star shines midday
While the others are its encore
The bigger man walks away
And the others are just followers.
Emmennarr May 2017
Tonight's midnight lies in darkness.
Light's absence puts cities into chaos
Stringing absent minds with broken time
Just for sun to arise to cause a chaotic demise
Of the chaotic life of tonight's midnight.
Emmennarr May 2017
My eyes feel of those who just wept,
But I've just only woken up.
I remove my covers and toss them back on the bed,
No bother in making them neat.
I head toward my door,
Ignoring the light switch,
And begin downstairs.
There I meet them,
Face to face,
Loneliness.
Emmennarr May 2017
Love can be as the world presents it
It can be upon a marvelous marble platter
Or it can be as people most experience it
It will be with you wherever you go
As true love is meant to be
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