Ripped pieces
Of a world gone wrong
Torn to shreds
Of a forgotten song.

I allow no one to see
The me under myself.
I look past the horizon
With people around me crying.

Make believe a fragrance
In the ruins of purple and pink.
A sight for sore eyes shines
Like the stars in the infinite sky.

Care free and lucky,
She moves her wrists counter clockwise.
Behind her the waves crash,
Sounds of gongs with God's tears.

A prayer is heard through the wood.
No one is there to listen to it again.
A scream echoes through the school.
Nothing is ever the same twice.

Thin paper heart colored ****** and muddy.
The scholar bends his back like the crescent moon
With texts of old surrounding him in his study.
Prepare no notes. Live spontaneously. Stare into the void.

A fresh hour feeds on the ones passive.
I hear the crinkling of fingernails near my left eye.
Something moves. Someone exhales.
Somebody catches there foot on a nail.

Don't have to tell me twice.
Don't have to tell me once.
College is done. The sun is down. The streets are quiet.
Everyone makes noise, not sound.

Lather my knuckles
For the fight of the century.
Oil my eyes
For a life of peasantry.