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Richard Reid Apr 2018
Did you place them stars in the sky?
To levitate above this thoughtless mind.
To inspire me to shine bright like a candle.
And pass the light that I dear call mine.
To give life a lasting fight.
To blow the fire out.
To ponder on it.
That there’s more beauty than sunshine in a mere paradoxical dark knight.
Richard Reid Apr 2018
Drowning your pain in that 12oz isn’t big enough for all that hurt.
And in every sip, you drink the sorrows.
And you remember the pain, you wanted to forget about tomorrow.
Richard Reid Apr 2018
Oh let me out, it says.
Oh let me spread like a Phoenix Fire.
Let me dance outside.
Let me inspire.
I’m clusterphobic.
I’m in one room with no bed.
Let me out, it cries.
Let me get a glimpse of outside.
See the sun rise.
See it fall.
See it all.
Stop keeping me inside your head.
Richard Reid Apr 2018
Maybe I just wanna submerge in the dark demise.
Where you can no longer tell that I existed.
Maybe I just wanna soar into a black hole.
Just to be alone for a long time.
I could be me, I would be lost, I would be lonely.
But at the end of the day, I would be free.
Richard Reid Apr 2018
The fireflies appear in my sleep.
In black and white with a kaleidoscope scheme.
The staticky canvas such a sight to see.
With lights and forms of a parasitic scene.
I suppose it was all a dream?
I suppose when I close my eyes, I look for hope, a night that please.
Richard Reid Apr 2018
Their blood cover the concrete sheets.
Their face down to kiss their ancestors.
They whisper, nothing has changed since you left yonder.
The chains still are shackled.
The pain you felt are still stacked on my shoulders.
I suffer like you, giving my life with no closure.
The metal whip becomes harder to bear.
And our effort of showings is still a process to share.
I play hide and seek.
Because I pray for now, that my soul and the Lord wait to meet.
Richard Reid Apr 2018
I am locked in with binary codes.
I am told to act appropriately and wear these clothes.
A future development of the system that spoils the fruit that grows.
That leaves the truth untold.
So I ask this question, do you stand with the mass or do you find yourself searching for that deep dark rabbit hole?
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