"Why would I lie to you?"
You ask, incredulous,
as if it's absurd
that I could now be worthy of your deceit;
as if it isn't absurd
that I should have to merit it.
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"Why would I lie to you?"
You ask, incredulous,
as if it's absurd
that I could now be worthy of your deceit;
as if it isn't absurd
that I should have to merit it.

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We did not know our sins
But they protected us like walls
They broke down those walls
and our blindness visited us
with grabbing hands and open mouths
We bled and fled
We who survived cried in the shadow of ignorance
stretching from a century's dawn
We took up swords and fought
Finally, we peeled back the curse of ignorance
Beneath was a festering hundred-year-old wound
And a sea of red
They called us devils
Knocked down our walls
thereby reminding us
that devils are created, not born
Our devil is a stampede
A million placid faces
A fuming hunger
A rumbling.
I don't see anything
It's pitch black
A sea of darkness like ink
Even the air has skin
I'm breathing it in
Inhaling ribbons of it
The clod stuffs my lungs
A rag wedged in a crevice
My soul unravels like a drop of ink in water
I cannot think
I cannot see
I live on like a zombie
I'm waiting to die
Rehearsing with a finger pointing at the center of my forehead
Right here, right here, don't miss
Quick, painless, end.
Sometimes I think I'm in hell then it starts to rain. Thank God for the rain.
She's brilliant like the sun
Her presence brightens everything
She doesn't really know it
In her light, I am carefree
Like a child in a field of flowers
She sparkles like a gem
Iβm the greedy thief
who plucked the sun from the sky
I make sure everyone knows she's mine
I put a ring on her finger
I am her daddy
I am her sturdy post
My lap is her seat
My chest is her bed
Her home is my heart

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You must be blaming yourself
You must be regretting
And it's normally difficult to convince you,
and even more difficult this time,
to convince you that
the fault is all but mine
It was my hand on the blade
plunged into that red beating heart
which cast aside its ribcage
for a fairytale love my lips professed
I encased it in an iron maiden
and the only thing you could do
was bleed
I can't cry out from this darkness
It is what I deserve
though it's nothing next to the pain
of your bleeding heart
You're not a boomerang
I shouldn't expect you to come back
every time I cast you away
My words have bruised you again
I don't know what to say
The words have escaped me
I cannot use this same mouth to seek forgiveness
or ask that your light shine upon me once more
I've gnawed my nails in this sightless darkness,
minutes like hours without your light
Yet I have wounded you and wounded us
All I can do is wait till you heal
and hope that dawn visits my world again
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Where have all the fireflies gone?
I used to see them when I was little,
blinking in the bush
on cool nights
as I walked home
from the barber's shop.
The memories are magical;
twinkling like Christmas lights.
Though I wanted to catch some,
courage was my biggest obstacle.
For some reason, as time wore on
they appeared less often
and vanished at last.
Where have all the fireflies gone?

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We're always on the subject of aliens
But have we stopped to reason
that there are aliens living in the ceiling
Perched on the fleecy canopy above ours heads
I tried to walk but I stumbled
The world spun
Colours doubled
A black cavity opened in space
A thousand lights inside it like eyes staring
It swallowed me like a hungry mouth
And the world of colors closed off behind me
into the world of introspection
loud voices shearing my skull
Past and present mixing
Simmering, seething, bubbling
Thought became a soup
Fragments of here, there, everywhere and when
Sprinkled like vegetable choppings
That soup emptied out into that cavity
Settled like wet paint, becoming something new
And after a series of shifting and correcting,
Snapped into shape like paint drying on a canvas
a linear hallway spanning eternity
Countless doors arranged on either side
A marvel that all that spaced had been compressed
But it had not been really
It was just made comprehensible
An order in that cause
Each step reverberated from somewhere deep
and endless
Each breath made the walls sigh
As if ghosts had been hidden in the door cracks
I walked down them in awe and the deeper I went
The longer my shadows stretched
Until it thinned to the width of a bacteria
And then one of the doors flung open
Inside it lay darkness
Light from a TV barely making out the furniture and accessories
This place, this time
Was when everything started losing shape
I had gone to the beginning
This came to me as I wrote it. Kinda like a revelation?
I tried to walk but I stumbled
The world spun
Colours doubled
A black cavity opened in space
A thousand lights inside it like eyes staring
It swallowed me like a hungry mouth
And the world of colors closed off behind me
into the world of introspection
loud voices shearing my skull
Past and present mixing
Simmering, seething, bubbling
Thought became a soup
Fragments of here, there, everywhere and when
Sprinkled like vegetable choppings
That soup emptied out into that cavity
Settled like wet paint, becoming something new
And after a series of shifting and correcting,
Snapped into shape like paint drying on a canvas
a linear hallway spanning eternity
Countless doors arranged on either side
A marvel that all that spaced had been compressed
But it had not been really
It was just made comprehensible
An order in that cause
Each step reverberated from somewhere deep
and endless
Each breath made the walls sigh
As if ghosts had been hidden in the door cracks
I walked down them in awe and the deeper I went
The longer my shadows stretched
Until it thinned to the width of a bacteria
And then one of the doors flung open
Inside it lay darkness
Light from a TV barely making out the furniture and accessories
This place, this time
Was when everything started losing shape
I had gone to the beginning
It was one of those nigh cataclysmic events
An eclipse that could last a lifetime
A self-concocted nightmare;
the sun receded from the sky
towing the colours of this world
and its atmospheric canvas.
The air grew inert
my efforts to breathe proved futile.
The nightmare lasted an hour for every second
Stranded on an endless desert
sands whipped like switches
I could neither breathe nor see
as helpless as a babe in the womb.
Bring out the keywords and fill in the gaps

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People don't try anymore
They don't want to
They pin badges on their chest
to hide cold hearts,
they are all visuals
like rapids in shallow streams
but deep within
a nagging sense of loss festers
and maggots of insecurity
devour their rotting flesh
erasing the sliver of humanity
they had left
I can tell when I see cool names but why can't I ever make one