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Elijah Almond Oct 2014
in the days of being vicious
through the inane,
mundane chatter.
we wonder who will miss us
so very savagely
defying for it to matter.

we proclaim we're not afraid
as we sob
wretched in hurt.
we dance on display,
legs flailing,
face down in the dirt.

...but when the tears get boring
just finally
so sick of yourself.
that's when you may **** down.
eyes so blankly
letting your lips hold the ground.
Elijah Almond Oct 2014
what the ****
how did this work out
you're like a survivor
outside of a terrible fire

so you walk
there is no name as you look back
you had nothing to say
better stick with that

you're the hero
in the plot unsung
I'd like to tell everyone
but I too

am a plot undone
Elijah Almond Oct 2014
a man wants to help me
i fell down
i just fell down
yet he stopped his car

to see if I'm okay
the blood is just a scrape
my jeans have a rip
this is all my doing

i fell
i only fell
I survived
the blood is a miracle

I am alive
Elijah Almond Oct 2014
you wake up
i think this is a time zone
you scatter the dirt
off your body
for a moment
when your  pretty face isn't built to a snore
another moment
you're just dreaming for

waking up
consciousness hand in hand
I'm sorry
did I have something to say?
I got distracted.  
I have some kind of plan

at least I'd have you believe that way
Elijah Almond Oct 2014
the dreams are the worst
the panic the waking poker face can't hide
everything so casual, so careful
the smiling politeness of the storm inside

and sleep

here is not why
all the forks in the road
only you thought  you were clever
always choosing the reckless side

and sleep

you get away with all your crimes
so now what's the plan?
do you have anything left to do?
endless questions the next step

sleep will take you

what will you say?
if you ever have to explain yourself truthfully
eyes ahead
the traffic roar, the night

it's dark but no sleep now

on the edge of the overpass
in the crisp autumn air
your one way ticket to midnight
is just a single step down there
Autumn approaches
hiding her dance of decay
beneath russet skirts.

Evenings bleed early
through chill days
bringing steel dawns.

All falls silent
as leaves pirouette gaily
to the swansong of summer.

Birdsong threads remain
as harmony takes flight
to sheltered shores.

Autumn approaches,
bitter winter tracing steps
in her glorious wake.
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