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We're all just phonemes,
Multiple sounds creating full words

We're all just skin,
Sitting on the surface

We're all just cats,
Looking for a mouse

We're all just fruit,
Growing on a tree

We're all just you,
Being like me

We're all just simple,
Making things complicated

We're all just here,
And everything else there

We're all just a song on repeat,
Playing again and again

We're all just a pencil,
Drawing on a piece of paper

We're all just a planet,
Floating through space

We're all just a light,
Flickering then it fades

We're all just a rubber band,
Snapping back in place

We're all just a dot,
Sitting there silent

We're all just a line,
Going on forever

We're all just a circle,
Endlessly winding

We're all just proteins,
Endlessly binding

We're all just the fall leaves,
Falling into place

We're all just food
Waiting to be eaten

We're all just parodies of each other,
Trying to break free

We're all just a memory,
Waiting to be discovered

We're all just an umbrella,
Finding something to cover
You don't owe the World anything but Respect
and don't let anyone mislead you into thinking otherwise;
and likewise the World doesn't owe you anything,
so stop lying to yourself and inflating your false sense of entitlement
and come on out of your ivory tower of ire and glass.
I don't want to watch you grow old --
bones frail,
busted lip,
pale nose
another crypt to fill
with your body;
yours.

I don't want to watch you grow old --
legs crumbling,
youth running astray,
me waiting
for that day...

I don't want to watch you grow old --
Let me go first!
I beg,
I toss and turn..
And now,
I am at a loss
for words.
 Oct 2013 Lewis
arubybluebird
I feel as though I am drowning in a song with no sound
Faceless voices echo the anxiety reflected on my keyboard
The mirrored image in your midnight gaze is that of my own
After life, oh my god, what an awful word
You should have held my hand
You should have kissed my *******
You should have busted my lip raw and tender
Perhaps then would spill the poetry lost and forlorn inside of me
Inside of me, you want within?
Your ears pressed softly against my chest
My thighs pressed tight against your hips
Mezzo forte, pianissimo, fortissimo
....

*Do you want to step outside, or do you want it right ?
I don't know just what I feel, but I feel it all tonight .
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