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This Poem May 2020
You’re entitled to a fresh loaf of bread,
But you’ll end up served crumbs, if you’re lucky.

A FEAST of crumbs, if you’re in luck,
Crumbs if you’ve bled,
If you’ve SACRIFICED EVERYTHING,
If you’ve SHOUTED at the sky and CURSED GOD,
Crumbs if you’ve SUFFERED,
And crumbs if you’ve mourned, a friend(ship).

If you’re lucky you’ll SAVER EVERY crumb,
For lost youth,
For thick skin,
For words and ink,
For, those, little things.
This Poem May 2020
Silence is the loudest sound,
It's distracting,
It wakes people up,
It reminds them what life's worth,
It reminds them of fear.

On the other hand...

Silence is peace,
It is the absence of thought,
It is you melting with the universe,
It is the softest end,
To the loudest beginning.
This Poem May 2020
I haven’t found you yet,
You that keeps my soul warm in the morning.

I haven’t found you yet,
You that keeps my bed warm,
Warmth that reminds me that I’m not alone in this world.

I haven’t found you yet,
You that looks at me and through me and around me,
Looks that speak the only language that matters — Trust.

I haven’t found you yet,
You that sees the demons that I walk with,
The guilt that is the ocean I try to stay afloat on.

Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse of you,
Sometimes I think I hear your voice,
But like a distant echo,
Like a beautiful dream that lingers just long enough to torture,
It fades.
This Poem May 2020
I want half of what you want,
To be the other half of me,
That wants half of you.

If there’s a quarter of you,
That wants this,
Then I shall spin endlessly,
And forever I will be for you.
This Poem May 2020
Us
We are:
More love,
Than hate,
More action,
Than fate,
Warm hands over trembling, fists,
Hope heals,
Hope resists.
This Poem May 2020
The dark follows me
Like the “I told you so” of that other life.

I see the sun and yet my eyes can’t adjust to the beauty of everyone else.

I keep washing the dirt off myself,
But there’s always just enough under the nails.
This Poem May 2020
As if emotions picked up instruments and started playing,
As if my heart picked up the mic and started singing,
Or maybe screaming.

As if the night was mother,
And the wind was that other,
Best friend,
Laughing.
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