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601 · Aug 2015
Waves
SLK Aug 2015
it closes in
the waves are crashing into my lungs
the salt scratches my throat
the water pulls my limbs downward in each direction
and I am not strong enough to keep the pressure from crushing my ribs

awoken with a gasp, I fumble around my bed.
missing you comes in waves of dark blue and subtle motions
most of these past few years I've been keeping myself afloat
in the middle of a scorching hot ocean
bumping over currants
and everything is peaceful; numb
until the next storm

missing you comes in waves
of dark blue and subtle motions
then the water pours again
overwhelming my thoughts

I scream for you
but my voice is muffled
a distant memory of what we created
presses its palm against my mouth
I reach for you
extending my arms towards what seems to be an unatainable surface
but you're not there
and haven't been there for quite sometime
to pull me from the waves of this drowning sea
454 · Jul 2015
Untitled
SLK Jul 2015
I am a firework
in more ways than one
I am a loud outburst of color and flame
I am intense
and I am beautiful
I am a sensation striking awe and amazement throughout crowds
of spectators
but with my beauty I am an epitome of self destruction
I was designed to ruin the relationships I have built
and the progress I have made
my flames trickle down one by one
my beauty vanishes through thin air
suddenly I become lost
what was once a journey of excitement grows old
the same as a daily commute
I loose my spark
my drive
my will
to continue any attempt of self progression
I am a continuous cycle of explosions and disappointments
I am a firecracker
light me once, I never fail to amaze your senses
though once wick has reached its end
and the fire has burned through my exterior
I am left to be nothing but an empty shell with torn wrappings
I will let my flames loose through your soul
sparing nothing but what you think to be your sanity
and my sound will tear my way through your soundproof heart
I am a firework
in more ways than one
I lack the ability to contain my absurdity
and you lack the ability to to tame my gun powder veins
from spilling through the streets of my own mind
you cannot stop me from my nature to self destruct
381 · Jun 2016
Eastern Internal War
SLK Jun 2016
I would be the first
Proudly ejected from my desk, with a right hand hovering firmly over my undeveloped left breast
To recite the indoctrinated love for the greatest mirage of an accepted state in the Western hemisphere
It was not until my father's army cries of trauma were disregarded
Because he did not bleed red, white, and
Blue on the battle field
That gravity began taking over my heavy hand
My pockets filled with stone and
My beating heart developed into a sack of realization
That lives lost were not lives that mattered
If those lives were not American

— The End —