first mistake I made
grabbed the wooden world in my hands
then, scream
carpenter king
sully thyself
infant carvings subtract every moment
year after year, I
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My community grows
then it dies.
A natural occurrence
no one can put on hold.
When our time to go arrives,
no one protests
since everyone knows
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My heart bleeds; my soul weeps
For my life is manacled with
The fetter, desolation.
Had I known, I’d have
Scurried the very moment
I set my eyes on her,
For my old man warned me;
Oh yes, he did but little
Did I understand the worth
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I’m living for those moments. The ones that only come once. The ones you hold on to for as long as you possibly can. I’m living for those moments because I need to stop replaying the old ones. I want you to drive fast, I want to jump high and fall hard. I want to feel the breeze through my hair and taste the fresh air. I want to fill my lungs with anything but fresh air, though just because I can. I want to be reckless and wild. Just because I can. I want to run until I can’t run anymore. I want a natural high and an artificial one too. I want to do everything worth doing because the possible regrets aren’t worth it. I don’t want to live with the what if’s. I want you to take me to the rooftop. I want to feel the wind under my feet, beckoning me to jump. I want to defy gravity, just because I can.
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To you, I have always been loyal
I answered your every call
I stayed up late listening to the sound of your voice
I listened to you tell me who you wanted me to be
I listened to you tell me what to do to reach your standard of perfect for me
I let you caress me when I felt lonely
I let you fill me with yourself on days I was empty
And on days when I was full;
Full of joy, and happiness, and light, and life, I let you empty me
I let you pierce holes into my soul and my heart
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first mistake I made
grabbed the wooden world in my hands
then, scream
carpenter king
sully thyself
infant carvings subtract every moment
year after year, I
......
My community grows
then it dies.
A natural occurrence
no one can put on hold.
When our time to go arrives,
no one protests
since everyone knows
......
As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
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Youthful passions strike a silent nerve,
All the hearts I yearned for are now gone or dead.
Not caught up in the mire where moths decay,
But enclosed in brick walls, with promises bound by sacred rings where many now stay.
And now, I slowly play back our fondest memories on shadowy screens,
Trying to understand if I mistakenly skipped any predestined scene.
For I gave everything I had and never played another script,
What else do women want, when you give them everything?
Death comes in and steals away
Those things we want to do.
I could have built big bridges
Or molded the lives of men.
I could have climbed the ridges
Adventure offered again.
Ah, but what remains is true —
Death came in, and stole today.