to live is to see the sorrows of others
to long for the song of your mom
to stroke the head of your black dog
to live is to see the sorrows of others
to greet at the sound of your father’s feet
to speak with your lonely brother
to live is to love
and seek the sway of the trees
and the punch at your lungs
to live is to look at the eyes of death
and seal your last breath
to live is to be.
Posted in response to the challenge Values: Kindness - Writing.
if i don’t take something from you
ill take the other.
i’ll wash your oceans down to my essence
and eat the dirt that gives you life
the schools of fish shall go to my offspring
i can only imagine the salt of the sea and
the schools of tuna that end up in my bowl
they swim through the eternity that melts into the sky
surviving the harsh summers
mating through the comforting winters
i wish to mold you into a favored bread
bake you until pleasurable consumption
but only one piece of you.
you are not even to be baked. you are not a you
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