HoldenLyric
Burnt pieces of flesh
overcooked on the
iron stove
hearts of stone
boil in the pan
hardened by the
pressure and the
heat and the
ache.
Overwrought and
spoiled we learned
how to
unravel all the
way down to
Goodbye
Frenzied face
all feeling the heat
of the excitement
tomorrow is
just a blink away
but oh to get through
today
mistakes were made
and we'll all go mad
It all tumbled down
after word broke that
he was arrested and she
was pregnant and the chaos
was drug induced as always
and no one knew where to turn
because sights were clouded and
judgement was unattainable
in these chaotic times
youth induced
swelling
Not every pea has a
pod not every sock has
a match not every animal
has a pair to board the arc
or kiss goodnight
Not every star has a
twinkle in its eye as the
darkness dominates the
sky
not every seed has
soil
Each sentence doesn't
need a structure.
not every song has
meaning.
Strung out on
Boredom
Watered down
enthusiasm
on the rocks
You said you can't
remember the last time
you were happy
Life's a joke
and if you laugh hard enough,
maybe the punchline
will save us all
skin sleeved in ink
illustrating the many
pot holes of the human
mind
mistakes
memories
etched roadmaps
but it's all neither here
nor there.
The pixels in your eyes
tell me we're just pieces
particles woven together by
imagination to become what
we are and whom we wish
and god forbid your pixels mix
with mine and then what?
What a mixed up
imagination this world
has
I felt the wrath.
I felt it as it
emanated from you
pores
you looked at me like
you used to know me
like you used to
want to give me
the world
and now I feel the
wrath
as it splits you
in two
I beg your
pardon
Pardon me
while I walk
out the backdoor
this world isn't for
the weak
hearted
minded
boned
I felt the wrath.
I felt it as it
eminated from you
pores
you looked at me like
you used to know me
like you used to
want to give me
the world
and know I feel the
wrath
as it splits you
in two
I beg your
pardon
We flee from the meaning
as if it were the plague because
we don't want to know why
or when this life's going to make
sense
because to live is to die
no matter who you are
and we spend the whole time
loving
just to feel
we just want to
feel
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