Poetry

sing to me.

i've been a stranger once more

to your hills and valleys, to the

gaps of sunlight between your grasping evergreens.

i've been a stranger

to the red barn

i'm split in two;

an exact replica on the outside,

my code is all the same. 

the original me;

who knows which piece,

you'll have to tear me apart to just see. 

"I think I love you."

                 ...

                 ...

Tired.

worn out.

Stuck in daydreams,

so checked out.

It's been like this for months.

and getting worse in bumps and grunts.

the summer heat, it floods my mind

The party ended ten minutes ago

But you are still here, watching me watch you

The party ended ten minutes ago

Community

Is like a warm sweater

It takes time to make

But it's worth it

It's warm

And comfortable

Community is like

Your favorite book

You can move on

Go somewhere else

She stands there, 

head held up high

forever staring at the sky

until those men

(with their pitchforks and matches)

tear her down into debris. 

you are of another mother

I knew you before

before that

man

I loved you before

now I'm left away

searched

and you're stopped

and hurt

I hope to love you again

avidly existential,

dying words essential,

they're floating through my mind,

like an unfrozen astronaut,

cryogenically prepared

not to find

a program,

for this forgotten play

the party's over;

i'll walk myself home,

silent on the stairs,

wake up the next morning,

i'll lie and say i don't care. 

the party's over;

you don't know what goes on

My life is a play whose writer has forgotten their motivation. The lines of the script are blurred, somewhat resembling the bricks on the wall I sit beside now.

I write this now, in loving memory of a man who has not yet left us.