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some wounds are that deep
that they require more than one lifetime
to heal
Literature
Nonexistent
Wish you were never born
Wish you never came to be
Wish you were never came around
Wish you weren’t my father
All you are is just a ghost
In the backdrop.
You sleep in a coffin
Only to rise from the grave
Looking for a fresh meal
That was slaved over the stove.
You may do minor work
But that ain’t enough
Ladies got the world on their shoulder
While your scratching your ass in the corner.
You are a poison
That tries to kill slowly
But I reject the cocktail
Shoving it down your ungrateful throat
As you choke on your toxic gunk
Croaking like a frog with your hands on your neck.
You don’t spare time
With your loved ones
Too focused on your reflection
Thinking of yourself
While the world burns behind you.
Why were you even born?
Why would your parents conceive you?
Why did you bother having a family?
How do you sleep at night?
Do the universe a favor
Throw yourself in a black hole
Vanish into the void
Be erased from reality
Become nonexistent.
Literature
Deck Hand
She wears stresses in her tresses
Tears in her dresses
A violent ache within her chest
But she made it through the test
Not because she's strong
Could hold out for very long...
But because of who she is -
His peace is the place she lives
Even when the storms surround her
She has His arms around her
Pulling her back from the ledge
Taking off the bitter edge
Things are bleak, but it's not done
She fights tired, but the battle's won
She only need lift up her head
And remember what He said
The curse is broken, like the earth
Her eyes are red, heart full of mirth
For she will laugh at days to come
Thus, she needn't be so glum
There's a calm coming after the storm
There's an end to these tasks she'll perform
So, "Come on, child, and hold on tight,"
"For soon I will set all things right."
Literature
Chainsmoker
You're birthday party wishes; the first time I danced in the rain, the flavour of vanilla, on the tongue, from Ginsberg's poetry, your kiss tastes of ocean foam hitting the beach's sand, like a force of nature... Doesn't even know it. Its own strength -It can't acclaim.
Would you be afraid? If I said, that if you'd tell me you donned me my first breath... I'd believe it. And on the pews, you're a force like the mass; the priest, the bible and leader.
Because I was alone In The Dark, until your eyes pierced through. I was hungry for everything, cold to everything and I cried, for midnight became my noon. You painted my walls with your flames and made me come out where all around was alive. You are all that is living, all that is beautiful, all that can bloom and breathe.
And when it was needed to thrive, to birth the warmth and light, when it was absolutely necessary to revive -fire was the prayer,
The boy is not the God
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