Castles in the Sand

Let's run away
and get some ice cream.
Like birds tapping their feet
we'll ignore everything they told us not to do
and run away together.

Hand in hand, against the sunset
bathed in colors of our hearts,
we hold on to each other
and let go of our tracks in the sand
where, for a while now,
my steps guard yours
and yours guard mine.

We'll laugh and mock them all
enjoying our castles in the sand.
A prince and a princess, turning circles
with smiles powerful enough
to brighten a widow's face.

I say to you what I can't tell myself
and together we build castles in the sand
until tides tickle our toes and take them away.



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The Gift of Silence

Please talk to me. Give sound
to what you're hiding from me,
grudges held against foolish mistakes.

Your silence, like nails on a chalkboard,
terrifies me. It paralyzes me.
I feel poisoned, as hallucinations
begin to fade into my mind.

This absence of words is killing me.
Once your knight in shining armor,
all glass trophies I've won seem shattered
and held together by nothing but tape.

Shapeless, these thoughts hover about,
searching for something to hold onto.

If only you would speak to me,
I could grasp my roots again
and rise, a golem against the sunset.

Give me a chance to fail,
don't make me watch us both decay.



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Rhetoric Downfall

When will I know?
When will I know why you died
in the arms of a peon, slaving away
to get keys to your heart.

I am the master of keys, yet
I am abomination, a downfall I share
with Greek myths, heroic legends.
When will I be able to see?

After all, this is where I want to be.
Where I'm meant to be, right?
Missed the fucking deadline. Again.

So solace me, catch my tears like leaves
catch the rain as I see drops pearl off your skin.
I know that I've known all along:
You're only made of plastic.



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Sign Here, Please

Understand.
You glue yourself to pages you've covered
with your own name, over and over again,
so desperately trying to fill every last space
until there is nothing but smudged black ink
and bizarre face to be seen
if only you had the imagination
to understand.

"That pen will run out eventually, you know that."
"Do I care? I wont give up, not before - "
"Before what?"
"That, old friend, is for me to know."



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I Hate Airports

I hate airports.
Travel here or travel there,
opportunity after opportunity for those who are lost
among the bloodshed of capitalistic greed,
drowning in desires of others, drowning
just like their fathers.

There is a floater around, breathing air
through crests of crashing waves.
Kept afloat by a life vest,
only thing he ever truly cared for.

Filled with air to its brim, straps tightly fastened
flashlight blinking, he attracts attention of sharks:
the rulers of this sea,
divine power.

But their teeth do not find his flesh.
His skin is too thick, like leather
beaten over and over again.
Shaped by brute force, pure hatred
towards all living things,

except for his one.



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