The first arctic blast is startling In the last of summer Because we hoped some things Were forever. It whispers snow into the trees– And suddenly, The common ground that was once so fertile Stiffens.
The leaves change at the first sign of trouble, Not brave enough for winter, But aflame before they go out. I am disappointed– I thought they were better than that.
In bed, You turn your shoulders against me, Sharpened like ice, And it seems There will be no more growing This season.
It is hard when I no longer know Whom i am But this we all be fall When there are no words To express how you feel But struggling on I am just this man call Paul So from me to you all Leave long and prosper To you all And when you dream I hope you dreams treat you right Just a man called paul on this cold night.
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Author: Paul Hardwick
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Date: 05/04/2020
№ 1207658
Hard news
I am not a microphone I'm not an amplifier The things you see around me Aren't because of who i am
Stuck inside the present dome I'm not the pacifier But what i see around me Still ends up on instagram
That suggests it might have been Concealed beneath the bigotry Of someone who presents a scene Who wrestles objecivity But what if i was wrong What if i was late What if i had heard a song Too visceral to relate
Then, yes
I am not a journalist I'm also not a liar With everything around me Do i really give a damn
So what, indeed, is all the fuss I represent the rest of us
Why did you die? Why did you make me cry? Why is your blood splattered on the wall? Why wont you hear me when I call?
My last breath was taken from me Yet it was you who was the one who died You were a part of my destiny Your heart and mine were entwined.
You were my life You and me were one I'm broken and defeated Now that your gone.
I will never understand your suicide As i stand in the bathroom where you died And when i said I'm okay i know i lied And this I'll prove as i take this cyanide
I use to dream of heaven... I use to feel the magic, But listen to this story, I'm afraid it's rather tragic, The presence of an angle, a constant ray of luck, But all that beauty fades as sadly I grew up, The world had changed it was bitter and greedy, A dying planet with no concern for the needy, I am stuck here now... With all the facts, Trying to deal with my anti climax, We kill, we take, we're not very smart, I thought it was awesome, now it just breaks my heart, Am I alone? Do you feel it too? I guess growing up is just hard to do...
I stand here, feeling alone. My mind is a marathon That doesn't even exist. There is no finish line. No rules; No regulations. I'm unclear as to where I stand In the world. (In this vast, unfamiliar world) (It's dark here. ) I'm stuck between A rock and A hard place.
