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They say pain writes the best stories
But I can't seem to articulate
All this agony
Into sentences

So sentence me
To my own despair
'Cause I fell in love with Bukowski
by his line:
My dear, find what you love and let it **** you
And my dear,
It did.
You
I wonder
how the night sky can be so vast
Yet, make me feel so compact

A disc that's been scratched
for years now
Yet, continues to play each track

I wonder,
what makes the night sky so scary

Is it the darkness?
The silence?

Or is it the story the darkness tells?
The pain, the loneliness
The heartache

The unknown frightens us all;
But I wonder,
what makes the night sky so beautiful?

Is it the stars?
Or is it the story the stars tell?

I wonder
If it is not the night that makes the sky beautiful,
But the person looking at it.
Tbh, don't know where this came from nor how I feel so sorry if it doesn't make sense.
We're all mad here.
And perhaps,
those who deny
are the most mad
out of us all.
 Nov 2014 usandthem42
Earthchild
My lips are ****** from biting down to hold the tears in.
As the clocks stopped and silence fell
it was like the world had come under a witches spell
silence gathered all corners of the world
no movement, no sound, no signs of life upon the ground
as I looked down upon the Earth
no signs of life, no movement, no sound.

Cities that once screamed so loud
had fallen silent like a perfect summers cloud
upon the Earth where their was so much movement
now existed no signs of life
no movement, no sound, no life upon the ground

The laughter's of children playing
the tears of loved ones saying their goodbyes
the barking of dogs and honking of horns
no longer existed upon the ground
no signs of life, no movement, no sound.

As the clocks stopped and silence fell
it was as if the world had come under a witches spell
but in fact the clouds were filled
metallic objects hitting the ground.
loud noises, flashes of light
causing cities that once screamed so loud
to now life under a mushroom cloud.

War had come, no one won
life was lost
no more laughter
no more tears
no more barking of dogs, no more honking of horns
life no longer existed upon the ground
no signs of life, no movement, no sound.
World War 3 wouldn't last very long, if all countries used Nuclear weapons we would all be dead in hours

SAY NO TO WAR
And it kills me
to know
that you would much rather
open a bottle
of raspberry *****
than open up yourself
to me.
August 18th 2014
And nothing has changed

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