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Sunday, 11 November 2012
Where the ocean meets the sky,
where you soul lacerates from your body,
where you burn every bridge,
and never see the smoke,
where the rainbow ends,
and there’s no gold
just a pot.
or if you want to be fancy with it
a coffin
and if I keep to swimming it,
maybe I won’t drown before I reach it
but sometimes
I just drift,
with all the dangers
that lurk beneath
but if I shut my eyes
maybe I won’t get devoured
by the past, the present,
the could’ve been future
the future that is.
and a god, I don’t know if I believe in.
cause I watched my fish
sin, and lie, and leave.
and I haven’t seen any other fishes.
or any reason to swim in quite sometime.
no reason to believe
and contradictions
from a hypocritical
fairytale writer.
say more than anything else
if god doesn’t know what he wants,
if he doesn’t practice what he preaches
how could I turn to him?
and when the storm comes,
I know the calm won’t last.
it’s like I’m in the eye of a hurricane
and I’m surrounded by the past,
and sometimes I wish, the next wave
would choke me out, & take me down.
and I don’t know where the shore is anymore
calamity has gone,
and I don’t know if I believe in it
like I did before.
I’m not suppose to know more than I’m told
and I was told, the ocean ends
and I can dry myself off,
but I haven’t seen you
in forever.
and I don’t think you were ever
here. so if how does
land exist?
you never followed me out to sea.