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 Jan 2024 life's jump
Zoe Mae
Why am I always afraid
I just don't know why
Is it cuz this bed I've made
Feels like a coffin in the sky

Floating over crowds alone
I never feel connected
This place doesn't seem like home
And I always get rejected

I may look human just like you
With two legs underneath
Two arms that don't know what to do
Wrapped round me like a sheath

A mouth that opens, words come out
Sometimes in a faint whisper
Other times I scream and shout
In the mirror at my sister

Two eyes that blink but do not see
A nose that does not smell
A feeling I'm not meant to be
And that this must be hell

If so then why is no one here
And I'm the only one
I feel my heart swollen with fear
And I just turn and run

Why am I always afraid
I can't figure why
Is it cuz this bed I've made's
My coffin in the sky
 Jan 2024 life's jump
Zoe Mae
Tired of hiding
I'm sick from the drafts
Time to go outside
Taste sunshine and laugh
Had enough of erasing
I keep murdering words
Time to release them
So they'll soar with the birds
And if no earthling likes them
If no one shows love
It's their apathy that's the problem
Not what I'm made of
My past may not be pretty
My future unseen
Because I come from where I'm going
And I'm lost somewhere between
 Jan 2024 life's jump
Zoe Mae
I died young
Ninety-nine at twenty-one
Knew somehow I had no chance
I couldn't march
I couldn't dance
I saw the game we have to play
And knew I'd never live that way
Turned promise into dynamite
Lit the fuse and held on tight
I realize I've been dead for years  
Only signs of life are pools of tears
Hollow inside where it counts
Remain restrained yet poised to pounce
And now I've dragged you to my grave
The one person I could have saved Instead I casted you away
Because I died young
Ninety-nine at twenty-one
 Jan 2024 life's jump
Zoe Mae
Next to an old brown tree
Under a new pink sky
I found a younger version of me
The one who used to fly

Next to new concrete
Under an old pocked moon
I found an older version of me
The one who'll falter soon

Next to you right now
Under a peach fuzz sun
I found peace somehow
And for a moment didn't run
I care not about the words
spoken
Nor the one's laid down on page
I long ago got over myself
and the antics of my rage
They seem to be valueless
in the scrapped scope of paradise
I will take the offer given
and let the advice suffice
Poets don't live in mansions
Nor on rheams , nor texts or screens
They occupy the inner works of imaginations and all that it will bring
People don't pay for poets
nor feed their desperate ego
They just steal a line or perhaps a quote just to prove that they must know
At least songs have a memory with words dripping in notes for coats
So much easier to swallow
Not like the paper that chokes
So next time you say heh listen
I'll turn my head and flee
For it must be another attack of killer poetry
 Jan 2024 life's jump
Birdie
One first date (it was all it took)
Two bonfires (maybe three)
Three break ups (so far)
Four bad ideas (or were they all?)
Five hot tub dips (sounds about right)
Six lawnmower rides (that was new)
Seven heartbreaks (a day)
Eight other girls (probably)
Nine sleepless nights (a week)
Ten months…
…no..more…
Seventeen months
(But I never was good at counting).
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