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Why

Since I was young
You were never there
Growing up
I thought you didn't care
You always came
To tuck me in at night
But where were you
When I couldn't fight?
I waited
Thinking you would come back for me
But then you went far away
Now I can barely see
I never thought I'd say this
After all the tears I'd shed
But ever since you went away
A piece of my soul has died
You made me think
You didn't care
I've been forced
To construct an intangible fortress
And pretend to be safe within
But why in my time of need
You were never there
I can't forget what you have done
But I also can't forget you

sometimes

In the twilight of a powerful red and orange
The rods flicker in the strong breeze

Buttons topped up and up

Standing on a row of planks above water

Patiently waiting for their dinner

What stars that shine with a wavering light

Crosses formed between each shimmer

Arm in arm they lay

In moments of mere bliss

A bliss that rings with rarity

Peers under the night sky

On their pier

The great escape

I'm gonna buy this gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for

Transitions in life

When life appears to mirror aimless floating of the sea

The shores of comfort never move

Fate will never deny our desire or ambition

It's orchestration of natural tides will push

With a coercive force not to spite the core of our being

Or discomfort the exterior of our make up

Nor does it push with any intent to limit our liberty

But to merely steer us away from that hopeless state of mind

Which so easily finds it's way to dwell

Within our vulnerable souls.

memory

Deep into the morning nature has taken a quiet turn

undisturbed by turmoil the surroundings remain soundless

voiceless he lay on his cradle restless, anxious

the triumph of courage that cannot be found to 

conquer the inevitable bond of confinements to his deprivation 

along with a deafening silence ringing resonance within 

like gongs of warfare.

A warfare to him seemed much familiar

in spite of the still struggles which proved to be planted

long before his days of battle, struggle

against the pandemonium and frustration, mere psychology.

We remember the events of precedence

and the stories which influenced humanity as we know

tales that sparked pinnacles in our short timeline

history that will never be forgotten, lest it forgets.

Some things better forgotten for they do

plague our minds and please our lusts

yet what is left of our integrity desires otherwise

and yearns to plead to the remains of decency

which lay on this already corroding cradle.

He cannot forget what has already drilled its path

into his unsettled, fractured heart where

fragments missing remain only as intangible thoughts that float in 

the vague memories of what used to be.

A benevolence, compassion, beauty, affection

which perhaps will never return to be what it was once

a youthful jubilance with an affinity comparable to an artist with her canvas

a composer with his manuscript.

The days of carefree recreation where nothing stood in their way

the exchange of envelopes which contained love that in fact

mere words could never justify

yet the constant urge to search for ways to exchange this mutual feeling

lead to such playful acts.

Days where they would lose track just to meet eyes

a moment so perfect, one could stare for eternity

but the understanding that this could not happen despite any desire

lead to an eventual smile, a smile almost apologetic

yet still so innocent.

How long must he suffer on his cradle night after night

wondering what could be, and has been.

This disease which seems to have no cure

but the disease itself.