Friday, July 11, 2014


Things aren't so light
like the veins in a butterflys wing
But rather startling heavy;
the rock where my heart should be
Memories are just like people
arbitrarily kind or cruel
I behold a kingdom of memories
over my soul they rule

The mind is an unjust kingdom
it beheads young bodies of thought
premature actions cropped and numbed
the lifeless receipts of each intention bought
 this intent is paid with uncollected debt
phantoms owed to the next set of deeds
"Next Time" written in fine black ink
each little ticket reads

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