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Jurtin Albine Jul 2017
levity of space
tossed into infinity—
so gently we float
Jurtin Albine Jul 2017
Life is simple
for something that just is
and never wonders why,
doesn’t get depressed,
or feel the need to cry
for something it doesn’t get.

It just fights for it’s life
with an instinct to protect...

I didn’t mean to project.

I was just sitting in a florescent glow
and watching flames within me grow
another chance to become known
and something else upon the floor…

I’ve seen deflects so common
they scream to be forgotten.

I washed a window late,
or not that often.

My view can be so rotten
that sunny days
seem but a murky haze,
and watching rain
can even put a smile
on my face.

I’m not a lace
to be done up,
or a shoe with a sole
to be stepped on.

I could have thought that
I would have been the road,
but I’m not manufactured...

I’m the soul within
and I’m keeping myself afloat.
Jurtin Albine Jul 2017
(Kiss, **** and Hold)

I fall in and out of love like it’s nothing,
but I get torn apart like it’s everything.

Simple,
so simple…

Like adding and subtracting...

I’m a fraction
of what I’d like to be...

To be me as a hole
wouldn’t even come close to the wholeness
of the other human being.

You begin within a dream
I end upon awakening
and it’s all the same again…

I wished a world away
and made the other uneven.

Words written in pavement tell me to know who...

Graffiti on bricks tell me what kind of terror comes next…

I’m looking back at grinding noises
and forgiving someone that might not even notice…

Well I tell myself something to another that hears my echo.

I’m inappropriate and hurt a budding flower
and the suffering of tomorrow is now what I’m after.

It was only my self deprecating
laughter that made my sorrow not bother.

I don’t believe in fodder,
but cold fingers hurt warm flesh
and make a nervousness
less like a jump
and more of a grab
to keep me at bay…

It’s not that I came too close,
but she’s scared away…

Anyway.

More or less we still exist…

Not saying it’s completely useless,
but I wait like the rest,
or I fail the test...

I almost try my best,
but what can you expect
when I never wanted any of this.
Jurtin Albine Jun 2017
levity of space
tossed into infinity—
so gently we float
Jurtin Albine Jun 2017
Ew
There once was an old lady who lived in a shoe.
Unfortunately for her, before she moved in, it had stepped in poo.
Now when she invites people over to stay
they say,
"Your house smells like ****."
and then they go away.

The old lady cries,
"Why, oh why, do my friends leave
every time they come by?"
for you see, the old lady hadn't the faintest of clues,
that her house was actually a shoe
that had stepped in doo-doo.
Jurtin Albine Jun 2017
mountain top’s dew spring
crying down to the ocean. . .
renewing it’s drip
Jurtin Albine May 2017
in deaths duration
I’m found rustling in the wind
making gentle sounds—
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