I wonder, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
If I were a scholar
what more could I say
Where angels now rise
the devil’s at play
Curious, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
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I wonder, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
If I were a scholar
what more could I say
Where angels now rise
the devil’s at play
Curious, thought the boy
where the shadow once lay
I cried a river yesterday
Said the mother to her son
So that today we could float
Onward to the sea
And when his memory faded
Dancing in the distance
Like a mirage, appeared
His destiny in heat
Arms uninhibited by the equinox
Then like clockwork
I turn my head to see
3+3+2+5
And know you’re here with me
I never had the answer
for the question in my hand
I was told you just can’t stay here
so go collect your things
It must have felt like death there
long before he chose
The quietness of failure
in a house no longer home
I never asked for this hurt to be mine
I never felt more shameful by and by
I pushed it all away like it would disappear
I never knew a stranger who
I loved more dearly when he died.
I remember all my wasted days
so vividly now and always
because for all my wasted days
tallied together, I’m that much more
thankful for the good ones
and the people I shared them with,
who made them great and who I miss dearly
upon all these abundant, wasted days.
Her sun kissed skin
My wind swept hair
Eating edibles by the ocean
So happy we’re here
People tend to use words
they don’t fully understand,
for emotions that they feel
though fail to express,
like throwing daggers blindly —
it’s depressing.
She put down her pen
and released herself
to the world, renewed.
Purpose became her passion
finger paint and prose,
the poet taught them miracles.
The finest ever known.