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Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
Wandered to the show, a gut full of liquor.
Little did I know, I was getting sicker.
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
My duck pond polluted with human filth,
Old grizzly pidgins flock to eat the disease,
It shows in their mottled grey and brown feathers,

My little duck sits on a rock and cleans.
Wondering...
Where oh where has my baby gone!

Sickened with sadness I can stand it no longer.
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
One day I'll be someone you can talk to,
I'll know what it's like,
know how to feel,
to express this emotion that bubbles in the pit of my gut,
Conditioned to feel nothing,
Nothing, nothing, nothing...
This armour is slowly being taken off, dissolving,
No longer strengthened by the acidity of self destruction,
What's left is closer to the bandages of the ancient Egyptian mummies,
My emotions, themselves drind out and mummified, begin to rehydrate
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
Childish eyes see deep into me,
they know me,
they understand me,
understand what I'm going thorough,
what we are all going through.

They were the eyes of an empath.
We knew each other before and we will know each other again.
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
Sweat it out, sweat it all out of me,
leave me dehydrating on the ground,
a lump of dry skin and bones,
Vultures not even interested in me as a prize
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
Sculpted by nature they tower over all,
Casting great shadows across valleys and emerald lakes,
Fresh air fills my lungs,
Chutes carved into stone walls,
Scars across evergreens,
White flowers scattered along the tree line,
Sun rays penetrate ***** clouds,

Tree covered train, trails along winding tracks,
touring though tremendous terrain,
traveling to the West,

Rock surfing down the face of Cascade
Bathed and drank from her *****
Rainbow bridges from mountain to mountain
Thunder booms in the distance
Heavenly clouds to my right, sun beaming on my cliff
Butterfly lake darkening it's greens
Rocks slip, I'm done...
...
...
Balance restored I resume breathing
Violet mountain flowers lead me to safety
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
The sun wakes up,
The birds speak up,
I can't get up,
I can't get up,
It's the little things that make you,
It the little things that break you.
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