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I'm dying with these words,
When the world closes its doors.
Trying to find the life inside
to give and share,
to live a life.

Oh kindle life, give me hype.
To be productive as I ever was
The poet inside of me
has been dying as it ever has.

It comes and goes
Like as water flows.
It might be dry,
It might overflow.

Inspiration...
dying
while
also
craving
inside.
I thought I found it:
The answer to being human.
It came in a little heart-shaped box.
It told me to work hard and achieve my goals.
It told me to find people that love me,
and love them too.
It told me to get my head down early
and eat a colourful plate.
With all these boxes ticked,
I found glory in a greater life.
But still I found myself hurting.
I found brittle bones breaking.
I saw people bleed and break.
This, I found, is called being human.
To that, there is no cure.
But to treat life with a healthy smile,
and live out your days bringing smiles to others.
Now that, is being the most human of all.
Being human.
We haven’t laughed in so long.
We haven’t looked like we used
to look at one another for as long
as I can remember - we haven’t really
looked at all, in fact. I don’t know how
to keep loving you when I don’t love
us.
/
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Feb 2020 Somewhatdamaged
zebra
religion
a gaudy toxic tapestry
of filthy lies

dogma and tribalism
on parade as
spirituality
So scared
What be of us after we kiss earth goodbye?
Where do we go to?
Who do we become?
There is fear,
The fear of the unknown.
The hammer blow

On your thumb

For a moment it's numb

A lightening flash

The clash of flesh and steel

Suddenly real

White hot rain

Reaches the brain

And converts to pain!
We had to write a poem about nerves
she woke me
too soon

I am not ready
I do not

understand
what is

happening

the world
is different

and I don’t
fit into

my roles

the structure
is changing

and I don’t
know if I

belong or
if I have

a choice
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