lullabies are counterproductive
do not bother to sing
for i will wake up,
and stay up-
to hear you finish the entire thing

i saw the stars in your eyes


...as in red stars
the supergiants on the brink of death





you should probably go see a doctor

the poet is the seamstress,
sewing words into sentences
.
the poet is the architect
building their paragraphs
.
the poet is the performer
setting the stage
.
the poet is the dreamer
with endless possibilities

-----however-----

the poet is falling apart
their heart unmendable; in pieces
.
the poet is scared
walls that protect, yet isolate.
.
but the poet is strong
and lives to tell their tale
.
as the poet is the dreamer
with endless possibilities

they said it was hard, not impossible
.
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but does it look like i have the energy for that?

of course i scream when i yawn! (slightly)
is it not frightening to know that despite all this caffeine,
i am still tired?

how dare you disturb my slumber!
my dream was of eating chocolate!

what could you possibly be calling me for,
at the ungodly time of 11am?!

what's this?

you've called me to say good morning?

WELL IT ISN'T QUITE A GOOD MORNING NOW, ISN'T IT??

incorrect, inconsiderable, invalid
by default, i am the bad guy.
all my efforts, sacrifices, and pain
goes nowhere
and is nothing.

the tear stains on my glasses
are simply "completely fake"
and all i feel is plastic
despite the "excuses" that i "make"

so what change would prove you?
will bloodshed give proof?
will breakage give proof?
will brains give proof?
will brawn?
of course not!

for proof is only what's tangible
because you monsters can't feel pain
your intentions are not for justice
but only for personal gain

but when say such things out loud
you tell me i'm wrong,
incorrect, inconsiderable, invalid
the list just goes on-

shut up!

for this is the reality YOU have created,
and you are not running away from it itself,
but the consequences that it brings

and my, you are a wonderful runner
and i'm tired of chasing you

but you'll wear out, eventually
you'll admit it, eventually
you'll apologize, eventually

and you'll get back up

and start running again, eventually
and there'll be nothing else i can do but chase you again, eventually

and i'll catch you, "eventually"
because good always wins over evil,

so the true question is,
in the gaslight eyes of fate,

who is who?