Write slow and smooth
All the unused phrases
Coming out in time
Hit the pen
Feel the rhyme
In coping with emotions
Happy and sad
Move the pen through feelings
Alive and dead
I hope that in the end
Finally
These words are read
The medical scatter
Over the mountains and
Through the woods
Holding our health
While they could
Medical scatter
From denial chatter
Hope reservoirs pumped with dreams
It is true
Nothing is quite
As it seems
Tired eyes
Tired shoes
Tired lies
On tired shores
There is hope
There is a chance
That we can grow up
Go past
Where the tired eyes
Rest
Arrogant yet animated
Release the coils
Of a foiled sofa
We all have our moments
But let it run
Alternative facts
Alternative sun
My life is mine
Yours
Your own
What we do
How we have grown
Put a fork in my cynical mind
The daily youthful yell
I emit while laying on my side
A gorgeous hope
Of a sick pretender
Hold high your hands
In bittersweet surrender
The gabby daily papers
Running underneath my fingers
As the pencil rests
Against the foamy green desk
Put a fork in my cynical mind
Hold on until the bitter end
Take all you can get
Don’t give in
Desire crept into evening dreams
Fills you up with evil things
Bird sing
While a dove flies
Hold on to the bitter end
Friends
While we are all alive
Today
Or Tomorrow
What comes not quickly
Will wait
We wait
For all of our own
Silly mistakes
I’ll try again tomorrow
Languid bitter sorrow
Forgive and forget
Forgiveness roulette
Fire burns
Water kills
Spin the wheel
Take the pills
So quickly we forget
How fast we move on
Sinide moments
Don’t love
What you can’t get
Hold hope
In a forgiveness roulette
Explain the copper wires
Running through my head
The hum of an ill-fated truck
Rumbles distant from my bed
I notice a neat and tenous
Stretch of thought
Running through my veins
Too educated to unite
To high up to rise
These are the excuses we all devise
As the old truck hums
In the distance
Should we
Shall we
Can we
We can
We will
Maybe we should not
Hold on to hope
Where hope does not grow
Let go
Of a facade of hope
Growing old
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