My tummy and my brain hurt
But that’s the way that slang works
When the words that you tongue tie lie motionless singing nothing to no one
Speaking out to a sea doesn’t scream sanity just a plea for more in a world torn by tours of simple imperfection
I don’t wait for the answers to come I walk forward from light to night asking questions that replace silence with noise that creates outward silence and inward turmoil as the soil degrades and inflames with carbon footprints lain by feet too big and hearts too small
I’m taller than y’all but I’m still smaller than all the problems we can’t solve and time is too long to care that it’s twisting wicked out of state the slate slides down like a 12 story tower dropping on town as you drown in the rubble and wait silently as the air dissipates from the cracks you’ve been given
I’m scared.
Scared that the school I’ve been taught isn’t the school that they sought in the next reality over
There’s no money in there they just trade love and care for food that they eat so their much smaller feet can grow more to sustain and less carbon remains they just laugh when they can and their work has no pain because it sustains the plains instead of staining grain with GMO, DNA can’t be played with like this
It’s not a twist it’s a turn that we took down the wrong path when the math we did was too theoretical to make sense so we all believed it was dense enough to build on
Democracy, autocracy, my dad says I’m a socialist but I don’t wish for things bound to fail I wish for hope, holy grails, wind in my sail, moral compasses that would make systems disappear if we all did our part in the way they do next door
Next door
Next door could be better I’ll write them a letter and beg them for hope so that next time we get the urge to grope our world we know better and make a U-turn
You turned that one time
I saw it.
Fuck the pain on your back let them slap their thighs and tell their lies to someone else’s tired bones
I seek truths of worlds not present I hit reset when reality gets lost in space my face is a mask taped to time my skin doesn’t live in this cage
I’m enraged ‘cuz I’m sick of caring about others who don’t care about themselves
About those who wouldn’t dare to dwell in their own minds let your pain swell inside before you try to ride into my time taking what isn’t yours and blaming your parents, of course they messed up they’re no different from you or me, the sky and the sea didn’t give them a break, no siesta to take when you’re working 9-5 sweating to build someone else’s roller coaster ride
Come at me
I’m lost
I’m digging through frost layered thick with a stick that keeps breaking and slips as I grind down the skin to my bones - what is home?
Where do we go when the shit doesn’t stink anymore it all just smells like we’re bored and have nothing better to do than to sniff destruction
Forgive my tiff it’s just that I miss the lingering sniff of the image that sits like mist representing rugrat moments given by loved ones, sit down clown listen to me scrounge in my sorrow and lose sanity by tomorrow because this isn’t slowing it keeps going I can’t stop I’ll just trot ‘til the day that I drop dead death isn’t coming it’s past damn that was fast let me go babe I love you I’m not high but I tried and I’m saying goodbye as I look back knowing tiptoeing didn’t save me, silence didn’t grave me - my voice did both
thank you voice.
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