An aching song
replaces the windful soul
of branches clanking on
to rhythms growing old-
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the residue
of explosive tunes
drowns out the view
of old- now new.
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there’s so much red in the sunset
so much red in the onset
so much red in the eyelids
so many tears still falling,
there’s not much green in the audience,
much more green in faucet
hidden green in the closet
too many tears still falling.
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white hills with wheels
made of steel and fear
look to **** and steal
while the white hills men cheer.
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gold dripping water
from self righteous fathers
get stored far from the thirsty
so they can gain and barter.
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there’s no way to heal everyone
unless we become many ones,
reaching out to hold the youth
from plummeting into a deadly sun.
there aren’t many ones,
yet far too many anyones-
ghosts too selfish to lift a finger
or gain souls to breathe a helpful song.
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when will good will
and will power will
something more than death
over every hill?
when will good will
and will power will
something innocent
instead of thrilling kills?
when will good will
and will power will
something truly good
to be a hearty fill?
when will good will
and will power’s will
be enough to keep us pure
enough to love still?

Hour, minutes, seconds fade,  
Years have passed, the price is paid.  
Yet every thought, each memory bright,  
Becomes my answer—"I'm alright."

I built my walls, stayed strong, stayed true,  
Waiting, hoping—all for you.
But time has shown, it’s all in vain,  
No more playing through the pain.  

Your promises—just fleeting air,  
I held on tight, but you weren’t there.  
I longed for love, for something new,  
Yet all I got was less of you.

Here I stand, my heart undone,  
Reaching out, but you have run.  
Now I'm empty, lost, confined,  
Drowning deep in what’s behind.

I just want to be loved
but everyone leaves
what is so wrong with me
that I'm not worth
staying for?
I would rip out my heart
for someone
but I can't get anyone
to text me first
I put so much effort
into a relationship
but no one stays
what is so wrong with me
that I'm worth
staying for?
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I can't do this anymore
I'm done with love

You promised me a lifetime
I guess a lifetime means to you less than a year
I remember all the times
You whispered "till infinity" inside my ear
"It's over" didn't mean anything to you more than mere words
But for me, it was the end; the final stab of the sword
It hurt, oh, it hurt. Weeks on end, I wondered if I had made a mistake
I gave you my heart and you stabbed it with a stake
I cried and cried till there were no longer tears left to cry
Then I admitted to myself that that Lifetime was goodbye.

We played a game,
Where neither of us--tell a name
And yet, submerge in a ravine of shame.

We agreed to this perilous gamble
In a morbid hope of a beast to tame;

Which crawls beneath my skin
Set to devour everything akin--
       To happiness and love,
That was stowed away hidden
      In a secret trove.

A shard of vintage hope
Stained with no scope
Painted for an antique emotion
Which was drowning in a deep ocean
Woefully against all of my notion

On the edge of a chasmic cliff
A forlorn shade of my soul, stands stiff--
She stares down in the fathomless abyss
Not fearing the abysmal crisis
In which, she will plunge in a gorge of vices

Flames dance and flicker towards her heart
And, breaking the iron-wrought cage apart
Alas! To only find a ghastly grim cavern
Engirdled between lungs and ribs,
Her once-alive heart--was torn to shreds
All whilst, a monster gently caressed
Towards the harrowing path of an eternal rest