SleepI need to wake. Too long has this happened, promises of oblivion everlasting, tempting, taking,Sleep
drowning,
eating.
Indulgence is overrated. Juice from its apple flows never-ending lulling, distracting, rotting.
The smell of decomposition is a sharp reminder. Nothing is over. Alerting. Decrying.
A world is waiting. Media outlets recording. Graduations need to be attended. Waking.
10480 Ryan RdThings changed here. Gone were the idle days that fell10480 Ryan Rd
Easily Like the seeds of a maple tree,
Days that spiralled downwards into the blissful ignorant, yet enlightened, Childhood.
Here, Death loomed. Here, ignorance vanished. Here, the maple trees grew.
Gnarled and knotty, Emaciated, and sap oozing Years spent wasting, decadent pursuits hunted, Ersatz love mocked, Aberrant.
On a cold, April morning, one tap was all that was required.
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Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. ~ G.K. Chesterson
La Strada d'Argento
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If you smile through your fear and sorrow maybe tomorrow you’ll see the sun come shining through for you
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To start all over again...
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Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
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Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. ~ G.K. Chesterson
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