Awakening.

We woke up and were

devastated to find

that the world had not

gotten better

while we slept.

 

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War of the Words

Sticks and stones
may break your bones
but words can massacre you.

Pulled from a quiver
like arrows they deliver
a perfect execution.

Then the infection to fear
that can last up to years
sometimes you never heal.

So if I am threatened
with words or with weapons
I’ll chance it against the stones.

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We Should Not Be Comfortable

One day the sun stopped
shining in the sky.

Every major city burned
pyres of wood so they could see.

When the logs ran out
they used dreams instead.

The dreams lit up like horrible
beautifully efficient infernos.

We were so fucking hollow
once our dreams became ash.

We were paper thin but we told
ourselves that at least we were warm.

We sacrificed our ideals and dreams
lest we might become uncomfortable.

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We were so damn mean
to each other and I
have never been so
cruel since.

I think we were
so terrible because we
knew that eventually
we were going to end.

We could blame our
failure on our icy
hearts instead of
admitting we were just
too scared to try.

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Reluctant Conqueror

Yes, there are blood stains on my hands
but I wish the history books understood
that I had not meant to start a war-
my nails were sharper than I knew
and my strength greater than expected
truly, truly it was not my intention
to draw first blood and lay siege
but when backed into a corner
anyone can become a warrior, a leader
and though I left the world in ashes
I doubt you would have done differently.

It was not valour, it was survival.

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Sea Worthy

Home may be where most hearts are
but mine is an iron anchor
travelling the world affixed to myself
providing me the luxury
to render home where I want it to be
and that even if I choose to leave
it will keep me steady while I stay.

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Moon Child

We fell in and out of love
while the dying sun
burned complacent in
the violet summer sky.

We held our breath
as it began to set-
elegant and tragic in
its final waning breath.

The world was dark but new
and we were not afraid
instead of mourning we
became children of the moon.

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Have You Ever Felt Like This?

Periodically I look in the
mirror and I do not recognize
my face or my features and
I wish I could unzip my
skin and live outside the
body like Arthur C Clarke’s
star child or Vonnegut’s
happily amphibious future-
everything that I am has nothing
to do with the form I’m
currently being housed in
and sometimes it scares me.

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