lonelynature

(i mean)

the work goes on

(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs

in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)

the cause endures

(in all the children born to these times and

No one looks like a villain once dead. 

There is no threat in a lifeless body,

In screaming mothers and weeping daughters. 

Once exposed, his blood is no longer poison.

It's that time of year again

where some "news" are formed

and some "olds" are forgotten.

The faces of friends

become familiar again,

while last year's math formulas

do not.

We come together

The trees talk,

you know?

They talk and if you listened

you would know,

they whisper

like kindergarteners

who can't stand straight in lines

but they can jump straight

Mediocre

boring

bland

drawn-out

not over yet

a story with an unfinished ending

an experience so mediocre its bad

a full life dotted with holes

gaps in my well-being

Four more months till the lines of work-

The coding of my life in word form-

Molds into a steel cage.

The cage's walls lined with a maze of puzzles,

Answers tucked between my ears.