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 Nov 2017 Max Vale
sage silcross
Under a burnt out sun
lies
a server
running life for
all inside him
Life is a melody
      You can listen to only once.

    The first thirty seconds, you find the groove,
         it's appealing
    A harmonious rhythm hereto unwritten
                    
       This could be your favorite.


 
             It is.
       For the next three minutes, you settle in.
               The chorus comes around.

          *You'll be here again.

                  It's fresh, it's catchy
You're enraptured by these certain pitches and the words rhyme perfectly.
   One line flowing into the next, the ends justifying the means.
       Another verse, another chorus. This one feels more weathered
          Routine, maybe. You still feel that groove but your perspective of it has been altered by the change in tempo and direction during the last verse.
               

           You realize you have fifteen seconds left.
         This was your song. What did you do with it?


       *As you think back, a gentle blanket of white noise embraces everything that ever was, and your song fades
Let me know how you feel.
As moments continue
Another story comes to the light
With proper encouragement
We have it in us to make matters bright
No one knows what the future holds
Things will be taken one step at a time
Go along as the ship comes about
And keep everything in line
 Nov 2017 Max Vale
Cara May
When you walked away
you took half of me
my strength,
my confident,
my laughter,
my colours,
now i'm as dim as i was before
you whisper the word love.
How can I not love someone
who made me kiss myself in the night.
losing someone who makes you loved yourself
For most,
they fit the mold,
they sit neatly
within all the gaps,
morphing into
shapes society deems
worthy

I was another story

I failed the tests
I failed the assignments

My time was spent
not
trying to learn to be,
what,
I am not,
but who I wanted
to be

I wanted to discover
the forest from
the trees

I rejected their narratives
the so-called "model student"
I became myself

I became a life
 Nov 2017 Max Vale
Traveler
And here my blood is blackened upon the page
The loss of love extinguishes both passion and rage
Even RNA could never physically mend
The DNA of love that dies within...

He stopped loving her today...
Traveler Tim
Hay friends
This was only
An exercise
In creativity
I keep trying,
Trying so hard only to fail.

I failed academics
I failed love
I failed life.

I keep trying,
Trying so hard only to break.

Breaking promises
Breaking hearts
Breaking us.

I keep trying,
Trying so hard to hold on.

Hold on to reality
Hold on to love
Hold on to life.

I keep Failing, Breaking, Falling
Holding onto broken pieces,
Cutting myself again and again.
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