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Paul Meadows Sep 2013
I simply became a cloud,
and
       drifted
along the sky's set path.
because after hating myself for
                                                      so      
 ­                                                           long,
and losing my soul,
I finally found peace at the              of a bowl.
                                              bottom

And this led to losing myself again,
but
       worse,
forgetting that I had even lost myself,
including
how,
         why,
                   or
                       when.
I was lost, and wasn't even looking,
was never planning on getting back up,
so I found myself at the bottom of a red plastic cup.
And with my head beneath that seat,
wearing my porcelain crown of shame,
I felt my life
                    had
                          been
         ­                         cheated,
who I was, was not who I became.
I saw myself looking back at me,
a familiar image I thought I once knew.
"Who the **** do you think you are," I said.
And I replied,
"I
    used
             to
                  be
                       you."
Paul Meadows Sep 2013
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you,
I could walk through my garden forever.
I could name the stars after you,
and I would too,
and I'd run out of stars
before growing tired of you.
If I had a poem for every beautiful thing about you,
the world would run out of paper.
Paul Meadows Sep 2013
If the Earth was a play
The cosmos would say
"This is the saddest story
I've heard to this day."
The moon would agree,
Having seen the play for free.
While the universe stands there trapped in thought,
The human, screams out his last shot
"This isn't the story,
the one you should have heard.
This story is incorrect, the meaning is blurred.
Give us another chance, this is absurd."
The human stood there, sorry, and said not another word.
With anger in its eyes, and love in its heart
the universe looked back,
and said
"We were never apart.
Even from the start, you were me, we were we.
I am you as you are she.
I'd give you a restart, but you'd laugh in my face,
and just incase you really are "sorry," then
hear my grace:
Your thoughts are empty, your feelings are blank.
You have nothing in your story that can surprise me.
You were selfish and ignored me.
You found your own message and betrayed me.
Created your own language and disobeyed me.
I'd give you another chance, but you'd just laugh in my face.
This was your last chance, please act in pace,
I have abandoned you, can no longer bare your disgrace.
Good luck on your own, into your journey through the unknown,
I'll be here when you need me,
while diving past my throne."

— The End —