Broken
in soul
in body
in mind.
The flood took all water, all seas of tears with it
leaving behind drought, desert, a barren land
where no love grows
For 35 months the drought went on
whispering to us in our sleep
"There is no hope, no savior,
no water, no rain,
curse your gods, no rain, no reign."
For 35 months the sands shifted
burying cities founded on apathy
"No more,"
cried the sand,
"no more shall we be idle,
shall we ignore the wind,
shall we remain pathetic,
no more."
The
Tart, crisp, spreading against my tongue as
steaming water burns my hands as
one thumb digs into one wrist as
a song that doesn't remind me of you plays as
a song that reminds me of you echoes inside my head and
wakes me up
too early
We are unpeople
disgusting, sick, and ill
You are very real people
denying us from Capitol Hill
We are unpeople
fake, selfish, and unreal
You are perfect people
who think you know what we feel
We are unpeople
“going through a phase”
You are headstrong people
averting your children’s gaze
We are unpeople
standing next to you
you are true people
See us and wonder, “who”
“Who are the unpeople?”
We’re anyone you see
“Who are the unpeople?”
It could be you, but I know it’s me
My beloved is dancing
she twirls on chemical reactions in the brain
pirouettes into pools of serotonin
pools of oxytocin.
Amateurs pluck heartstrings
where she glides her bow along,
playing somber melodies of December nights,
symphonies written before the world was numb.
We turn our backs to each other,
dance on separate stages,
distanced dimensions
and our movements mirrored
as if we were dancing as one.
One thinks, the other feels
Both regret, neither rages
When the curtains draw back
Broken
in soul
in body
in mind.
The flood took all water, all seas of tears with it
leaving behind drought, desert, a barren land
where no love grows
For 35 months the drought went on
whispering to us in our sleep
"There is no hope, no savior,
no water, no rain,
curse your gods, no rain, no reign."
For 35 months the sands shifted
burying cities founded on apathy
"No more,"
cried the sand,
"no more shall we be idle,
shall we ignore the wind,
shall we remain pathetic,
no more."
The
Tart, crisp, spreading against my tongue as
steaming water burns my hands as
one thumb digs into one wrist as
a song that doesn't remind me of you plays as
a song that reminds me of you echoes inside my head and
wakes me up
too early
We are unpeople
disgusting, sick, and ill
You are very real people
denying us from Capitol Hill
We are unpeople
fake, selfish, and unreal
You are perfect people
who think you know what we feel
We are unpeople
“going through a phase”
You are headstrong people
averting your children’s gaze
We are unpeople
standing next to you
you are true people
See us and wonder, “who”
“Who are the unpeople?”
We’re anyone you see
“Who are the unpeople?”
It could be you, but I know it’s me
My beloved is dancing
she twirls on chemical reactions in the brain
pirouettes into pools of serotonin
pools of oxytocin.
Amateurs pluck heartstrings
where she glides her bow along,
playing somber melodies of December nights,
symphonies written before the world was numb.
We turn our backs to each other,
dance on separate stages,
distanced dimensions
and our movements mirrored
as if we were dancing as one.
One thinks, the other feels
Both regret, neither rages
When the curtains draw back
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If you take any issue with me, you may as well let me know. If there's people I can live without, I'll do so. Because of recent events, there's probably at least one of you who thinks I'm some sort of pariah. That's fine. Let me know, and I'll be out of your hair.
Take care now.
I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw that.
A part of me felt like you were dead.
I'm really, very glad that you aren't.
And I think that's all I have to say about that.