Supernova

Not really talked a lot

Since you’ve been gone

But you’ve been gone

And you were there

You were there

—-

All of those jazz dances

In the kitchen

Like we were the hit parade

We’d finally made it

The captain of the ship

In outer space

But what is space

Just another slice out of the pie

In this lonely day

Whatever is left after the parade

—–

Now who’s going to sing you

every song

Because every song

Is secretly your favorite song

And tell how special

You are

Because you’re special

You’re a supernova

—-

So I hope someone tells you

All the secrets

And

All the things you want to hear

Like, I hope we stay young

—–

Running through Saturday traffic,

You were there,

now

Like a supernova,

all I’m left with is this black hole

Where you’ve gone away

Away

Away

Not really talked a lot

Since you’ve been gone

But you’ve been gone

And you were there

You were there

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Millennial

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1
Your favourite thing
Was words;
Lucid,
Opaque,
Provocateur,
Provocatrix,
Lurid,
Woman.
2
You always told me
To tear down
My walls…
But I wasn’t
Really listening
(It’s hard to hear
When you’ve got it figured out)

Loss changes us ….
It’s vivid …
The brevity of time
Can be seen
Frail and flawed
3
I’m just a millennial
I assumed we …
Would live forever
Or at least until
The world ends
But for
All I “knew”
And all I was “entitled to”
I didn’t know
About time …
About a pill in a bottle
A bullet in a gun
Or a chemical reaction
Called epilepsy
These things had never
Had anyone’s name on them…

Loss Changes us…
And now
I have a lot of words
I didn’t get to use.

But I finally wrote this one down
I took down my walls
And I started to live…

Mirror Mirror

Maybe we all
At some point
Get to look into
Our future selves
And know…
The pain in our gut
Isn’t always illness
And
Though it may be strong,
Trucking through
Grounded
With sense and reason.
We understand
Paper skin
And heavy bones
Need
To
Dissolve
Imperfections
And shattered resolutions
Into the nape of a neck
With chapped lips
And open arms…
We need close
We need real.

Maybe,
There…
We are familiar with
The definition
Of other words…
Not just
‘Suicide’
‘Unfinished’
And
‘Malignant’

I hope there
We have the courage
To say
‘We are not…
Party lines
religions
Or
World citizens
To be
Corrected
understood
Paraphrased
defined
and
limited.
We are men
We are women.’

Maybe there,
Looking in
It’s not so distorted.

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