But I swore
At that moment
As all previous to it
Were similar
And easily foreseen
The future
Could as well be a clone
Of its past
But then
Tomorrow came
And threw everything away
Even the
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The Things We Learned at the Post
Life, been designed
Lived like a death sentence
For most
Told to dream
But not fulfill it
They’ll be kicking your bed
The moment the REMs start kicking in
Free to roam within our cages
That we help build
walls
The OP Position
One day
They’ll trace
The demise of this civilisation
The search of the pathogen
The cause of decay
It started with the deception
Tricycle Ride
It must be the wind blowing
against us as we successfully
escaped
Because I doubt we had the
same intent
But there was expressed joy
That eyes cannot fake
Or that thrill away from what’s closing in
Our youth in high
Scratches, Swirls, Prism
You can almost hear the abrupt change to silence
When the mood switches
Light to dark
Inverted eureka
It’s mostly my fault
Demands of the difficult
Against the maddened dissent
Of what’s pure and patient
That nobody should
Against the Chorus
They’d love to catch you in a corner
Have you as puzzle
to be figured out
Everywhere from out of nowhere
Conclusive certainties
proud the
You and Every Soul That Left Me
She wanted a love story
A haven where she can suspend belief
That stars can burn bright
Eventually reach
Another
Beyond the sparkling light they share
In this infinite darkness
She wanted a love story
There need not be a hero
She got the scars of independence
Undeserved to be recipient of her warmth
That burns relentless
She taught me how to always look up
To sing away the storm
An Adulting Routine
He wakes up unwilling, 4am
But the day begins at 9
There’s usually a battle for a piece of mind
After the bladder’s emptied
And metal tasting water jumped the system up
Quick check on friends
Green lit in another zone
I go quick, be unseen
I don’t want to answer
Whether I’ve yet to sleep or what woke me up
As Predicted
Please don’t equate silence with laziness
Or some form of complicit
Surrender or defeat
To elements that threaten
Though natural or inevitable
October digests differently
Approaching a finish line
Of a race that doesn’t really ends
Until your heart stops
October is when I put my head down
Compensate for lost time
Wasted in jawing about
Creating
Then I don’t
There’ll be glimpses
Here and there
Persuasive to tilt
Spirit Crumble
I never knew
He always seemed strong
Kept it in
He never bothered me with
Anything
That may constitute
As weakness seeping in
Pop opinion boxed as
Just doesn’t care
When he says it
Never did it
Felt like he was seeking affirmation
Setting a tone for preconceived
And foregone conclusion
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