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Talking To The MoonI have come to you, moon
In search of answers
Your source is bright and endless
It brings out our hope and reason
Why are we here?
Does the answer really matter?
Should the truth be told
Will we want to hear it?
Clear your mind of a conscience
And you will come to find
That we are all united
And capable of all that's conceivable
Piercing through the walls
Shattering this comfort
Screaming in our ears
Words cloud our heads
Yet nothing can be said
The so-called "awkward silence"
Can make us so confused
This silence can't be good
Yet it seems so necessary…
Heaven DescendingDrown your sorrows
Pierce the skies
Transcend your atmosphere
Of fleeting chances
Give birth to a new day
Pick up your sun
Cast its warmth
Betwixt the ages
Harboring this new found joy
Is a cage filled with molten brimstone
Soon to thrust this delectation
Plundering nearly 100 Celsius degrees
Threatening existence is the smell of sulfur
Loud cries of carrots,
Foreseeing their pending dooms,
Fill the thick, sultry air
An echo of resentment stinging within
Thrice the vision of a bitter end
A silent request for this ride to exhaust
But only to mount at the start again…
The Biggest MistakeLike your cross I will burn
Smothering hatred in my wake
Feeling the absence of reason
I reach for the end
Why do I pursue this?
What good can I get from this?
You will only hurt me again
You appear void of remorse
Am I foolish to think I can change you?
Are you willing to be changed?
All my time put in
Seems all my time is wasted
You fucked me so hard
You virtually killed me with the mere shockwave
You fucked me so hard
Needless to say you killed me with the explosion
Do you feel anything inside?
Is there any sense of compassion within you?
Am I just another victim?
One more sacrifice in the making…
This is my last attempt to meet you half way
This is your last chance to fuck me
Will you be faithful?
Or take this chance and run?
I am giving you this chance
Am I to blame then for this tragedy?
Bring the needles down upon me again
And you had better run like hell!
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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