| Sometimes I wish I could see how people would react to my death. Sometimes I dread that in fear of what I won't see.
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REALIZATION
In darkness I cry
Because it is where I am most alone.
In darkness I thrive
Because it is where I am most at home.
TRAPPED
Fire in front of me.
Fire behind me.
Fire surrounding me.
Trapped
By my failing desire.
SILENCE
I am claustrophobic.
They group around me.
I am allergic to pollen.
They carry flowers.
I have impaired hearing.
They always whisper.
They don't know better.
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UNTITLED
He was born.
He was alone.
He met her.
He loved her.
One week passed.
He still loved her.
She moved away.
He met her.
He loved her.
One week passed.
He still loved her.
One month passed.
They were going to move in together.
She died of unknown causes.
He met her.
He loved her.
One week passed.
He still loved her.
One month passed.
They moved in together.
One year passed.
They were going to get married.
She went missing and was never found.
He met her.
He loved her.
One week passed.
He still loved her.
One month passed.
They moved in together.
One year passed.
They got married.
Two years passed.
They were happy.
He killed himself.
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| NOT SO SIMPLE
I don't want to live
In black or white.
I don't want to live
In day or night.
I don't want to live
In dark or light.
I just want to live
My life.
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| PAST THE CRACKS IN MY WINDOW
Lying on the floor, I dwell upon my past.
Both the good and the bad merge into a vast abyss of confusion.
Reasons for feelings are a blur.
Just the memories of agony and joy have escaped my mind's erosion.
I turn my head to the left and gaze past the cracks in my window.
I ask myself every question that comes to mind.
Time seems to pass by slower than usual, but just as steady.
I continue to stare at life through my window, looking for answers to find.
I watch as the gardener stops by our house, and then three others.
He is the thread that holds us together.
Such a simple job has done so much for this place.
One man has connected our families forever.
Day comes and goes, but I still peer out the window.
Now I view life's other face.
The old woman and nice couple retreat back inside,
Replaced by the next generation, excited about another night to waste.
At times I wish I could aid the old couple,
While at others I just want to party with their children's daughters and sons.
Either way I cannot get what I want.
I am trapped in this room which serves as my prison.
No matter how hard I assault, the cracks will not expand.
My tireless efforts only leave me with bloodied hands.
The streets are so close, yet miles away.
If I could break through and jump, I'd be able to land.
I just wish to live a normal existence.
People never look up as they walk the pavement.
I do not play a role in this life
Because I have not yet made the necessary payment.
I shall forever gaze past the cracks in my window.
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