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Small pieces of my soul float away from me slowly The same sensation as watching waves wash up over the rocks only to once again be pulled away (Forbidden love finds its way) Or logs caressing the surface tension Waiting for the moment they are set free Freedom is a privilege we have all but earned And maybe someday I'll learn how to wake up when the alarm sounds But as it stands currently I am alone (There is no reason for the monotonous buzz at six o'clock in the morning For I should never rise before the sun) As I lose these pieces of my own being to the wind and the waves It reminds me that someday I too will get the sweetest taste of being without attachments Only to be sucked back into the never ceasing cyclone of humans destruction of the eternal leafy goddess Humanity was never intended to bear this many chains Surely linked, poorly synced fools
Led by heartbeats and brainwaves My brain is a battlefield in which I cannot find safe ground I keep trying in hopes that I might once again be able to stand on my own two feet Or at least cease to stare at the stars I know I will never reach With my own hands.
By Micah Dillman
cemented sarah shealer BONES Foundation cracked, memories lay in rubble colors are overly vibrant I dream in black and white. It’s getting cold again, I lost the sweatshirt that you gave me makes me feel like maybe you cared more but we both know that’s not true. Empty pages are hard to sit still holding more potential than my twitching fingers, even the empty seat next to me looks away. Bones are leaky, roof’s dented Shingles won’t stop themselves from caving in. I forgot how to fix things you still have our hammer, the one you used to tap/crack/hit/smash/break the windows of our house. I guess it’s a little hard to look back when there’s glass in your eyes.
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