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  Mar 2019 Riz Mack
zumee
Up
Inside every single one of us
is a double-helix ladder
connected to the stars
if we would just
Climb
  Mar 2019 Riz Mack
Traveler
Imagine if this was a poem
A real poem
Perhaps a poem about
"The uncertainties of love"
I have so much love to share
And yet, I can never get enough
But my love so often
Turns to doom and despair
Imagine that
More than any soul should bear...
Fortunately
This has been an imaginary poem
I'm hoping my feelings haven't shown
..................
Traveler Tim
Riz Mack Mar 2019
Ah, you must be Alice, call me old hatter
My ears have been ablaze with implicated chatter
I just can't seem to ration out my rationale in a rational manner
And secondly I've lost all the firsts that I had gathered

There's the door
Please do come in
I won't let you
leave again
this door won't shut
the way winds through my head
I'm growing so tired.
we are not going to bed

Ah goodnight, Alice, you're back
I left you a note and it came out so flat
I put the wrong end in front
so only you may see
I tried to be blunt but it just isn't me
Alice comes from the ancient greek for truth, 'alethéia'
apparently
I can't actually read ancient greek
Riz Mack Mar 2019
The circle completes
The merry goes round
But I'm on the wrong side
With darkness around

This corner and that one
Miss Fortune has passed on
Missed warnings while black suns
Distort the track I'm on

Failed at school
Failed by religion
Failed by myself
Failed by the system

I could let the tears go
But this water's been still
For so long if I let it flow
It would just make me ill

****** up by family
****** over by friends
****** by society
****** over myself

The circle completes
The merry goes round
And I'm left at this side
Just darkness around
The start is the end with a bunch of F's thrown in
Can you tell I had a ****** spectacular day
Riz Mack Mar 2019
Gone
Away
You are lost
It's my own fault
The sleight of my hand
Tipped you over the edge
Your destiny unfulfilled
Oblivion calling to you
Surely this way you will never burn
Riz Mack Mar 2019
blood drips
from your lips
to my fingers
my hands
stealing kisses
leave stains on your cheek
I see you, you swear
in the way your gaze lingers
as your tongue
Erato is one of the Nine Muses but I'm pretty sure I met one of her descendants
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