August

Monday, September 13, 2010 at 10:34 pm | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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Bones
Sometimes it’s just all lies
seeming like the truth
but that’s a lie as well

Like worms, festered in decay
they creep their way in

You see substance
It must be the truth trying to claw its way out
But all that’s left is bones.

August 15, 2010

My Heart
Yes, that’s my heart
In pieces
Like shadows it follows
who knows what or whom

August 15, 2010

No Other Way
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be
bleeding clear
to sustain that despair

Because surely there’s no other way
because surely this is how life is

If it were another way
than wouldn’t I know that way
than wouldn’t I find that way

So I bleed clear
and the pressure keeps rising
and I bleed clear
because surely there’s no other way

August 21, 2010
Sona

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