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Poetry - Choices

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  I wonder what it will be like When it is all over. She asked me to comb her hair Yet I refused; at least, I still Have that choice. Promise, my love, That you will not waste such Freedoms on me. Pain is merely an art, One that comes with tongues wagging. It’s not her, but I wish it was Me. Viridian Tea company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the ETSY store link!

Poetry - The Breaking

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  Peel back layers of skin -  Raw, exposed but not bloody. Discover truths that died When people took over the Earth, killing the dinosaurs With cigarettes and coffee, a deadly habit, A vice they learned to love. Can we, a people, a race of skin Accept this notion that we die From the moment we scream into existence? Too harsh on the weak and simple brain Even though we use only 10% of it. Time dropping, longingly, on windows like a Dali, Forcing us to see ourselves fading Black becoming grey to white to falling      Rotting      Destroy Into that Void, the space of what we skin fear And created. Do you remember when we laughed? Joy came in vending machines And sex was dead, only touch was acceptable, Permitted. Now, it is bland, no flavor, stark And we skin cry rivers Our mistakes, our wars, refusal to accept this Simple truth To lie to ourselves, reminds us of our parents Back in the day. The cold set in, our  cold, our  unfeeling My,...