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when crows fly

a poetical life

barenaked

forever is a naked day

i am mute

do you ever feel locked inside of your mind, unable to voice your thoughts

the lack of speech

no one listens

no one hears

no one understands

perhaps there lies a peacefulness in being mute

you can lie to yourself, the if you could speak they’d understand

Life

Can I love the love that does not love?
Can I dream the dream that will not be dreamed?
Can I breathe the breath that threatens to choke me?
Can I see the light that shines to blind me?

My mind tumbles with words, pictures, and thoughts.
I find myself lost in my stumbling, drenched in colour,
swarmed by words, and plagued by undying thoughts.

the sun

How is the sun today? You ask.
Where have your eyes been? I wonder.
For the sun is bright and shining,
Lighting up the land.

My eyes hurt because of it
And I hide in my curtained room.
There’s no sun here. I reply.
You look around.

You realize that the room is dark.
You seem puzzled.
There was sun outside. You tell me.
As if I did not know.

I know. Simple answer.
Then why not let it in? You ask.
It is too cheery for me. You laugh.
I turn away in search of a deeper shadow.

Come now, it can’t be that bad.
What would you know?
You sober up and become solemn.
You say no more. Your hand is on my shoulder.

I refuse to look at you.
You wouldn’t understand.
You couldn’t understand.
I wish you’d leave the room.

You do. Your hand slips from my shoulder.
And it is quiet.
I sit on the floor.
And wonder why everyone leaves me.

What does it feel like- to know life is not a dream?

This is no fool’s joke
This is life

The blood, the breath, the screams

We walk amongst each other

Judging, hating, fearing

We are the worst that we can be
We proclaim the best
We mock when we are not alone
We tremble when there is no one with us
We fear brothers, sisters, grandfathers, and nannies

What for it, should we not also fear ourselves
We are but cattle to our souls

They rule us, They kill us

Trust, Betrayal, Neither can exist without the other
The worst in us makes us who we are
We ignore, we hurt others, and we walk away

As if it were all a dream
 
What does it feel like
To know life is not a dream?

the OBITUARIES

Romero Dussel & Annette Snolin, Both Aged 23, TRAGICALLY passed away last Sunday night

Romero, Lead Quarterback for the Sunshine Bears at Lowell Free Academy, son of Frederick and Marie Dussel of Suburbia, and Engineering Scholar, will be greatly missed. There will be a college scholarship in honor of Romero’s Varsity Goody Two Shoes, The Dussel Engineering and Athletic Scholarship.

Annie of Rosemont High in Subtle Valley, child of Dad’s a Workaholic and Mom’s a Ditz was cherished by leering strangers and will be missed whenever she’s remembered. There will be no scholarship put into place, and no burial due to the extensive costs, and the family asks not to be bothered by condolences.

The tragic fate for Romero & Annette, to have chanced upon each other over the hedge, just beyond the picket fence only to have lived an unlived life. Secret nightly porch swing meetings left this true love couple victim of the understanding of last second irony, to be ruthlessly slaughtered by the son of a bitch boards as the collapsing of the firmament around them.

Fated

If you don’t know me, I’m the girl with a dream.
As children we dream of prince charming.
As teens it changes to orgasms and trouble.
We all find our way to drugs;
We withdraw, we commit, and we play pretend.
Budding into adulthood we look to
our friends, our family, and even strangers.
We are molded, we are compelled.

I have my niche in life.
It isn’t grand, but it’s all my own.

Proud.

Parasite

Sunspots sparkle darkly,
The moon sets under the water,
We are all the children of death.

Arising from the temporary parasitic forms inside our mothers bodies,
We live, we die, we rot.

Heaven is Cake

Forever is never together;
Today is always away;
My lies are shoetie pies.

You say little and mean little;
He ran far and went far;
I stay here and am here.

Today’s my lie, my inexorable sigh;
We all run away to a place someday,
and today, this day, is my day.

empty places

I wander aimlessly on the footpaths
in my mind. I dream of becoming,
but I a can never reach the stars.

I am plagued, captured, tormented
by the pain of wanting and never
shall I find the path that is mine.

I stumble down stairs, and streets,
into the fresh air, but all is stale –
the broken cds, used books, and

I stare blankly, unsure of what I
actually see. There is nothing,
There is everything. Hope have

I long forgotten.

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