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- boy, didn't anyone
ever tell you
that the
world's coming to an end
someday, that you're
gonna wake
up to fire and ice and
not know
which way to
turn;
those stars
behind the
sun are gonna
move across the
sky, they
aren't coming back
home anymore, won't
tell the moon
where
they've gone;
the sky will learn
how to storm
again, boy, the earth's about to
show us what she's
made of;
the sea's gonna
rise in protest, but
even
tidal waves
can't save the
world.
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but the stars are too loud to hear them
it's a summer night again. i think
it has been a million years since i lived
through a summer night.
everything is so much louder in summer,
the windows thrown wide and the whole world
shouting, echoing up from the street,
and that screaming aching space between the window pane
and my heart, where
the late scent of lilacs
burrowed, where your hands clawed at the glass
and i let you in
with the breeze and the laughing
cinquefoil faces.
where is the dull neglectable roar,
washed away in the sweet tides of everything blooming,
new colors crying out for the stars
to fall on their petals,
and lift them up,
and let them in
to the bleak brightness
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war
there is a war on
on plastic
on drugs
on niggers
on spics
on chinks
on redskins
on faggots
on health
on life
on death
on
on
on{i}
there is a war on
on bitches
on babies
on poverty
on viruses
on oil
on jesus
on organs
on institutions
on life
on death
on
on
on{i}
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if i could invent words
i would like to create a word
for what one feels
when they realize:
if we were birds, the only cage
we would be in
are the ones
we create ourselves. how many times
have our wings
been clipped
by our own hands
alone. christ, i'm sorry.
dear past self:
i apologize
for trying to define you;
for definition
is the metaphorical cage
to change. the only limit
the sky has
is how far
we can see.
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I can't stop reading your work until I'm at the end, and at that point I'm having trouble processing what I just read, and how it's possible for you to continually write these lovely, amazing, incredible things.
I swear, I need to steal some of your talent. XD