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There is a maiden
running around
with a cylinder
and she is wearing pants
head held high
going straight towards a goal
carriages make a sudden stop
kids look curiously
the police are on their way
I stop and stare
and smile
wondering why
everybody else seems to care
-mayapoetbe
And I will run
and run and run
through all the time
to find you
and I will search the whole world
if I have to
because being without you
is not an option
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
tell me
is this forever
am I doomed
to feel this way
-mayapoetbe
hate never fumed in me as much as it has since i last saw you
dead weeds ripped from my roots and the hate swooped through
transplanted and bloomed all ready to weave around like your noose
it attracts all toxic traits, greed and rage
consuming its prey, there is no dying light only a blinding one
i cannot go gentle, i cannot go at all
rage, rage, there is no good night
only hate eats
and love breathes steadily,
then falls asleep
on your chest
where nothing beats.
poison remains in my eyes
because you’re forever not in sight
but i cut hate’s stem now and again
hoping you’ll revisit and make your amneds
or that this revival will
somehow mend the wounds of hate,
so my soul could breathe again
the worst manifestations of you come to me at times of peace
then i awake in a sweat chasing you through my dreams
you are a tease -
a bone and i am the dog
running, digging, wishing
“The world tricks you into thinking there’s a limit to your existence, when in reality the world has no idea of the universes’ entirety.”
- c.c
February Before Spring
such a fleeting thing, life leaves floating down to death—
a buzzing frenzy of mayflies flying at life before their little wings stop—
the soft line of a limp throat between one breath and the next—
a squirrel, twitching with life and then death under the heavy weight of snow.
