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Homesick

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Nostalgia arrives
Like mighty tides
Ebb and flow
High and low
From time to time
Clime to clime
Maybe its the crazy pills
Maybe its just me
Alone
Dwelling in bubbling thoughts
Condone
Reviving, rediscovering, revolving
Hidden, yet vivid
Gruesome, and livid
Old memories
Humid, dampened
Books in the attic
Layered with dust
A muddy crust
Enveloping pages
Ages upon ages
Hued and textured by
Big black clouds
Roaring loud
That come and go
High and low
Coming again today
Distant, abate
To open a window
Let the wind blow
Gusts of emotions
Rapid motions
How I hated school
How I loved the rain
The joy, the pain
How I hated my dingy home
Existing on my own
It comes to me
But only in my dreams.

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Superfluous

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Often I wonder
Is it fair?
For me to care
So much
While I discern
So little
In return
The promises
I’m keeping
And affection
I’m seeking
Is it worth it?
Although
I know
I deserve it
My senses
Senselessly sensing
Sentiments
Through
Barred fences
With holes
And dents
The cracking sun
Broken rays
Too blurry
Numb from
The haze
Persist, persist
A difficult task
But I must
Insist
Go on,
Exist.

Palpitations

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My rusty ribcage is a coffin
Lathered walls, painted poison
Chained tight for suffocation
Grasped by the mortification.

It is my plea, abandon me not
To be left alone, lost in thought
I am drying up in this drought
Strangled, entangled in distraught.

Ivy, vines, snakes, and weeds
These roots under my skin creep
Carving gnawing gashes deep
Tides that never go to sleep

Mortals

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Flashing blurry faces
one, two, and three
Tiptoed, scurried paces
thinking that we’re free

Street lights are fading
down a flashing sea
Paranoia raiding
so we can’t believe

Betting like horses on
humans of the streets
Weighing down moments
counting to sixty

Birthday cake candles
flicker eternity
Blown out a lifetime
pursuing sanity

Mumble, bumble, jumble
like a busy bee
Set ourselves on fire
just so we can breath

The Void Without You

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No clouds fog the yellow skies
Yet a rain storm swells in my eyes
The rugged routine uninterrupted
So why has this flame erupted?
Realization of emptiness, the void
Of a hollow mass you left behind
Carrying the weight of regular strife
With your absence like an iron-hot knife
The blame, given or taken, not justified
Your only choice; to walk to the other side
But the questions still vexes my mind
Why did you have to leave us behind?
Or what would’ve happened if you stayed
Would we have danced, laughed, played?
Would you be there to wipe my tears?
Would you shield me from my fears?
Futile interrogations to empty sky, alas
All said, all done, another decade’s passed
A daughter prays for the heavens to bless you
O father! I miss you, I miss you, I miss you