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Elijah Almond Jun 2014
where are you swimming?

fool
you have less than no idea
where you're swimming?

you wake up in a vacant parking lot
someone is working your leg
eyes open now

more human than human
less human than one would pretend
given chance and circumstance

the wrong town
the wrong mind
wrong ocean to swim
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
rising from the ashes
of the fire you created
the never-ending Phoenix
rising above it all

knowing the end won't matter
once it is finally the end
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
i sit alone
headphones on
mind my own
laptop in lap
blinders on

still too loud for you?

I wash dishes
take out the trash
don't bother you with my interests
though you're quick to
come to me with yours

still too loud for you ?

maybe you just hate me
maybe there is no way to win
maybe you can **** caring

maybe
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
doesn't mean a meleficent eye is not upon you
hide yourself a little better there. I see you seeing me. Enjoy my poems! They're mostly about being unhappy!
Elijah Almond Jun 2014
does it make you smile
when the plane shakes & cries from turbulence?
does your mind flirt with
the thought of one final merriment?
soaring through the air
rushing
high speed dirt
about to mate with the pavement .

or perhaps in the coffee shop
when he sits next to you by circumstance?
just taking the policeman's keys and gun
rushing
there will be no happy end for this coincidence
you smiling
knowing you have no chance

laughing like a loon
handing it all back
telling him
sorry but...

I have plane crash I need to get to
Elijah Almond May 2014
inspired by out-dated dreams
lost over half-polished fancy things
collected
owned
sitting now in someone else's home

in a vault
somewhere in some cave
it was too dark
you lost your way

now broken somehow
dying, a plastic man waits
mounting bills to pay
people to ignore
people who simply don't go away
lie in bed and wonder

where do you move when where you're moving from is yourself
Elijah Almond May 2014
so you laughed out loud
at a joke that wasn't funny
they caught you laughing
when you were really planning

you're the broken clay
inside a  memory
which forms an idea
of whoever you're supposed to be

do you have an identity?
are you just a shell
broken
the Enemy


do you only exist in your own memory?
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