The Love Anomaly
she doesn’t exist but as
a small dream sinking through me
that the night is quiet endlessness;
she doesn’t exist but as
a small dream sinking through me
that the night is quiet endlessness;
Why does your soul cry
When your eyes meet mine?
Why does your smile fade
When my voice cascades?
How do you flow
Through the crowd?
How do you speak
Through your tears?
every night i lie in Bed
and wonder what you Think about -
am i the Dream that’s in your head
or are you fast asleep?
There was this girl
With eyes the color
Of the sky that fills
Your childhood memories
She had dirty blond hair
Always in a braid
A braid that held more flowers
Then cherry blossom trees
Part One: “Of the People”
Let a symphony of voices form a cacophony so loud
God themselves won’t be able to ignore our
grief, our
sorrow; the shattered fragments of our hearts
Stuck in my head
The lyrics go round and round.
Unstoppable, insurmountable
A cacophony of sound.
They won’t go away
And with each repitition
I can feel my brain exploding
Like nuclear fission.
Nighttime hits like a truck. Sleep is far from your grasp, and the skin under your eyes wilt.
Nearly 5.2 billion people use the internet daily, whether for work, school, communication, or entertainment.
We were isolated; quarantined. The social strain was… immeasurable.
Midwestern night.
There’s something out in the fields,
Something banging on the roof.
Fresh vomit in the toilet.
The sink is running, so you can’t
Hear your own heavy breathing.
Her name was Luna,
which means moon in Latin,
every day, Luna would
look outside for the moon,
but every day she would,
come inside disappointed,
her mom always asked
"What's wrong?"
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The ground
Beneath us
Trembles in fear
The future is
Dark
The ending is
Near
The trees
Around us
Shrivel in fright
They cannot
Stand