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 May 2013 Sean Antonio Tyson
Beki
We are cycling
Bicycling
They're living in screens
While we count on a dream
Acting sweet and intrigued
In truth, the inside is mean
I mean, the inside, it screams
till physically I'm fatigued
the pain's kept in the knees
Keep confidence in my feet
Their desire to be "free"
Is absurd, I can see, but allegedly
this ridiculous urge
has implanted a need
It has been made aware
they're relying on me
Where's my brake? Set me "free"
When I brake, let me be.
Seems I brake constantly..
but my mind sees itself
very differently
Thinks itself to be
so peaceful and serene
similar to a tree growing gradually
towards the vastness that keeps
beyond my tallest leaf
My success is not make believe
Just set in time appropriately
To ensure I've achieved
and uncovered all the wisdom
it takes a human being
just to breathe
yes i know that's an inborn skill
that supposedly comes to us all
naturally
but hear out my plea
Take a deep sigh and think.
Do I really feel "free"?
Did you feel it forced,
or was your breath like a breeze
flowing effortlessly
from your lungs to your teeth?
Because that's what we need
The weightless tranquility
of feeling whole and complete.
That feeling of "free"
I can't wait to hold it inside of me,
and until my time I will wait patiently.
The night smells like gunpowder,
like dynamite with flowers.
He was on the edge of the world, his world.
Pondering what awaited him...
A single lone tear rolled down his face
He trembled for a moment
Then quietly, he began to write.
In his neatest handwriting, because nobody could read it otherwise
When he was finished, he sealed up the envelope, put it on the table,
and looked in a mirror, at the thing he hated the very most staring back at him
he stared into his own eyes, seeing through them into his own bleeding, screaming soul
Into his cracked, shriveled, and blackened heart
And into his own lost self, that had cried out for help so many times
But when he had help, he lied and lied, but couldn't say why
He had made so many mistakes, he wanted to correct them.
But he was about to make the biggest mistake of them all.
He silently left the house he had called home for 13 years.
The boy decided to walk slowly; for it would be the last time he would do so.

He heard the whispers of the night
through the hearing aids he had been teased far too many times about,
And saw the stars twinkle in the sky
through the eyes that had watered up more times than he could count,
and he breathed the cool summer air
through the mouth that had released sobs, shaky breaths, and cries,
And more tear tracks replaced the first.
He finished his walk, and found a place nobody would find him at
He smiled, a twisted, cracked, and broken smile
And left this world forever.

Little did he know
That when his parents woke up
And saw the envelope on the table
They read it, and tears poured down their face
And his little innocent sister would ask her parents
"Mommy, Daddy, why are you crying?"
"Where's my brother?"
And her parents would try to answer her,
but only more cries would come out.
And everyone, even his bullies,
Would be shocked that one so happy
Could've done such a thing.
And then they would blame themselves.
His friends would become more and more depressed
Some of them taking their own lives too
What he thought would fix his mistakes
Would be the biggest mistake of them all.
Not to be taken literally, I was very emotional and needed to pour it out, and this is the result.
it took 1 look to capture his eyes
it took 2 weeks for him to find me
it took 3 weeks to fall in love
it took 4 days after for me to leave
Time is playing a wicked game with my heart.
It passes right by without disgust,
just when love was settling in.
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