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For everything bad there's something good.
You were the best.
By people I am misunderstood,
they don't understand this feeling in my chest.
Every night I am with you,
and by day I spend remembering it.
Only united by a sky that's blue,
as if we were just one spirit.
Waited for you,
all my life I did.
It all began anew.
Deja vu?
This feeling may be.
No, its only you.
You were the best.
By people I am misunderstood,
they don't understand this feeling in my chest.
Every night I am with you,
and by day I spend remembering it.
Only united by a sky that's blue,
as if we were just one spirit.
Waited for you,
all my life I did.
It all began anew.
Deja vu?
This feeling may be.
No, its only you.
Literature
Blood Mother
I love you in your inexistence
rabbit’s ear
baby’s breath
you are dust
but you are
mine.
Misadventures and
dew drop mornings
small curls
large eyes
my bones cannot knit your future.
Sunsets and moonbeams
sleep burdens our eyes
your soft lips sigh
there is a better world for you
than this.
-D.E.M
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things i'll never say
it's still empty
where you cut me out.
there is no feeling;
numbed by the ache.
no one told me
it would be so heavy,
but they all swore
you were worth it.
the first memory,
you said you loved me,
no one believed you,
but i did.
i lost the last time
you broke my body
and i prayed,
"He just wants what's best..."
but not for me.
i kept thinking,
you could be worse.
i wish you knew,
you should have been better.
Literature
Children of tomorrow
They will reap the repercussions,
of our actions and inactions,
of our missions and omissions,
Will we ever learn?
They will not see the future days
blinded by polluted haze.
Their world will be a puzzle maze
They’ll know not where to turn.
They’ll know not of the way to play,
only that they have to pray,
to live for yet another day.
Another day to yearn.
They’ll think back to those born before,
and wonder if we knew the score,
as heavy limbed and covered sore
the children burn.
All that was real will be a dream,
in some computer with a theme.
What can all this really mean
that it’s too late to learn?
Thoughts tha
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Nice one!