i’m buried
deep in the ground
in darkness and doubt
reaching and breathing
dirt
but knowing there’s
something inside
fed by faith that
will be born when the
time comes bursting
through this brittle
shell shedding
this heavy skin emerging
into the atmosphere until
it blocks the moon creating
a new day from night
its leaves the sky its petals
the clouds its sweet center
smelling of mango
shining salvation.
Day: February 25, 2009
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poetryall of you can rot in hell
‘cuz i know i’m right
about how little potential
really matters in the end
yeah i’m on top of the fucking
world and i aint comin’ down
for shit
all of you can keep throwing
your bricks about the height
of grass, we don’t need
any more carbon dioxide
yeah i dropped the box
and can see circles and
triangles
lovebitch why don’t you come over here and set me free i don’t want your sister’s disease i just want to kill kill kill kill kill
i just want to kill kill kill
For everything.
poetryFirst time for everything.
Don’t slip and fall and die.
But then,
there’s a first time for everything.