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climbing out the rift between
fiction and reality;
birth of the anthropocene,
chasing immortality
playing out a bad hand;
a house of cards,
the fall of man
buying out the Promised Land;
ten thousand yards,
full of quicksand
sink into another realm,
depressed and disillusioned--
the state of overwhelm,
a capitol of confusion
Literature
You're Killing Me
Mother, Father,
please stop shouting.
Mother,
no matter how hard you try,
you can't hide
that thinly veiled rage
beneath your voice.
Father,
I hate how
you don't even try
to hide the hate
tampering with your tone.
Mother,
I can barely understand
Chinese anymore,
but I can still
hear the spite
behind your words.
Father,
don't you know
your torrents of anger
can't be held back
by our paper-thin walls?
Mother,
I can hear you
cracking up.
Father,
I can tell
your patience
has gone.
Mother,
Father,
can't you see?
You're slowly,
surely,
killing me.
Literature
Finger-Length
the space between us
becomes further and further,
as you drive your motorcycle
along the coastline -
your body shielded by your
leather jacket;
your unshaven chin caressed by
the wavering hands of the spring.
you pass an empty church,
filling with the stinging, soulless
curse of saltwater
(like my heart filling with despair.)
the deathless gods
attempt to undress my mind of
images of your handsome face,
(it does not work…)
and the mortal men ignore
my pleas and search for you.
once finger-length apart,
lying on the sand,
the sea nibbling at our toes –
now,
the distance increases,
and lying on the cold g
Literature
Death Doesn't Happen To You
Your death doesn't happen to you
No, you get peace for eternity
At the cost of a single cut
What you don't see,
Are all those people
Left standing at your funeral
Trying to figure out
How they'll be able
To live in a world
Without you in it.
Yet you have the audacity to think
You could take something as important
As your life away from us,
To put our hearts at stake
And throw your life away
Because you can't take
The struggle of living.
What you don't see
Is that your life isn't yours,
It belongs to me
It belongs our mom and our dad
Your growing number of friends
And that girl you wish you had
Your life never belonged to you
It is a gift th
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I've been a busy fellow lately, and I've been doing rather well (in comparison to the past few years of my life, which were ranged from awful to meh).
Still, despite being relatively happy, my writing is taking an increasingly dark, depressing tone. Oh well. :/
Still, despite being relatively happy, my writing is taking an increasingly dark, depressing tone. Oh well. :/
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