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Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
It’s 2024. It's been twenty years since I was in high school. It's been twenty-one years since the invasion of Iraq, and 23 years since the September 11, 2001 attacks.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in The Swamp
Love me Love me now Love me later Love me drunk on happiness Love me sober on hard times Don’t ever let this be over
We’re all tired of this The braggadocious actors in our theater The false flag notions of progress The boiling oceans of hate and dissent
I’ve tried going numb Always feeling like I’m under someone’s thumb When I do what they want I’m their hero When I’m anything else I’m scum
