time to go home
By alex herewane
standing in the ashes of my fathers life
collector of souls
so
begins the battle of your mind and mine
my mother never drank but
she was the drunkest person that I ever meet
so falls the personality
in perfect formation in an un perfect line
and we are not busted it's
just that our crime arrived before our time
being born is free, it's
the living inside the caste of the world that cost you plenty
the
day keeps washing the night away there's no need for forgiveness we swa;;ow
all your violence and all your outrageous demands and eat them like popcorn
we are the loved ones in an unloved home, we are the best you could do,
we are the worst you have done, I drink to ghosts and walk with the shadows
I am alone now as I have always been I am the bringer of news, worn and
tired, I am the one connected to you.
I spent the first second of
the new minute and the first minute of the new hour and the first hour
of the new day and the first day of the new year and the first year of
my new life trying to feel satisfied
I spent a whole other life
time trying to forget but the blood in my viens was always stronger than
the day that I had not met
definition requires reflection
I'm
treading soft on angel dust waiting for winter to carry me home
Comments on "time to go home"
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On Thursday, January 13, 2011, SulaMoon
(67) wrote:
Reading this piece made me feel that you crawled into my head and found out all my dirty little secrets. Amazing write!
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On Wednesday, January 5, 2011, soul dancer
(96) wrote:
"I spent the first second of the new minute"... that whole line was awesome. What a sad and wonderful write.