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along the road to change, you decide:
you lack a heart. your voice will
tear the world asunder. you
wreak havoc on the unassuming,
because you stopped trusting in
institutional stability the day
God poured over you.
He cleansed you in his tears, He said
He built you strong- it was
an obligation with weighted
requirements. He drove nails into
your flesh to test your faith,
you were pained and you were
perfect.
you were a prize, a person to
swallow lechery and lead our world
into redemption; you would tempt us
from our questions why
everyone needs a Hero
(but who do you have?)
-
I cared about you, once, when
you were unbroken and not yet
perfect; when you still believed
the sun had a reason it rose.
but you never felt a thing because
when God drove into you, He whispered
away all human instincts
(no one should ever have to love
a shattered world)
you lack a heart. your voice will
tear the world asunder. you
wreak havoc on the unassuming,
because you stopped trusting in
institutional stability the day
God poured over you.
He cleansed you in his tears, He said
He built you strong- it was
an obligation with weighted
requirements. He drove nails into
your flesh to test your faith,
you were pained and you were
perfect.
you were a prize, a person to
swallow lechery and lead our world
into redemption; you would tempt us
from our questions why
everyone needs a Hero
(but who do you have?)
-
I cared about you, once, when
you were unbroken and not yet
perfect; when you still believed
the sun had a reason it rose.
but you never felt a thing because
when God drove into you, He whispered
away all human instincts
(no one should ever have to love
a shattered world)
Literature
The Smallest Things
I didn't know how To see the beauty in life Until the first time I held your hand. The sun dipped below the horizon Painting our little world a rosy pink. We've grown so much since then. Your touch still makes me just as red As the first time And you taught me how to love The smallest things.
Literature
What Science Thinks of as Small.
It all starts with a quark, just one letter off from quirk
With directions, charm and strange, we know slightly how they work.
Together, they make protons (and neutrons if you prefer)
One’s pretty positive; the other, no charges do occur.
Stick them with electrons; an atom’s what you’ll make.
(Though, make them really large and they’re liable to break.)
With these, the possibilities really do expand
Since they’re really much more numerous than all the grains of sand.
From molecules that lead to life, to stars far out in space
The universe has ways for even the small to find their place.
Literature
in the box
is a brain, removed from shell
disconnected
from signal wires. still viable (?)
maybe.
blue teeth and instant grams
and gallons of conceit;
our granular portrait no longer flatters
unless dull spots and imperfections are rendered
out in the wash--
we mask and filter, ask and answer,
bask in banter
understanding no one ever even thinks
to change the thought they've already had.
old news, rotten
if revisited. inquisitive
minds have nothing better to do
but second guess assumptions,
better than first-blush conundrums
that don't fit the formula we've written
for how the world works;
it's absurd to think
this is where our
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A lot of thoughts coalesced in this piece.
I don't know where my brain is going anymore.
I don't know where my brain is going anymore.
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wanna know why I adore you? Every time I come back and re-read one of your poems, I find something new, something that hadnt occurred to me before. This really is wonderful.