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•Lost Files• I’d rather die on my feet Than live on my knees.
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•Lost Files• I’d rather die on my feet Than live on my knees.
•Lost Files• I’d rather die on my feet Than live on my knees.
•Lost Files• I’d rather die on my feet Than live on my knees.
When the nights turn dark And the sun lays its head rest I look for your light But you’ve faded into the void
And the void swallows me whole Like a shark and its prey Tricked by the swaying waters Lost in a sea of lust
You promised me love luminously But only stole what was left of mine And left me a dying flame When to powers go out
So I lay awake in bed Telling the moon my hearts story Because she never screams through my cries She listens with warmth and depth
So still today, The song of the birds Can be heard outside the window Even without you there.
To go home And find the dishes done Because she knows I hate doing them.
To find clean sheets on the bed After getting out the shower Because she knows I like the clean feeling.
To find my favorite snack Never running out Because she always makes sure To refill it in time.
To find extra blankets and pillows Ready on the couch Because she knows I’ll fall asleep during the movie.
To always find a hand Interlocked with mine Because she knows I get anxious in loud crowds.
To say ‘I love you’ Without saying “I love you.”
Love has many forms. Love has lived many lives.
Some have never seen it Some have gone blind .
Some are drowning in it Some are surrounded
But love we all need Love keeps us grounded.
Whether it be touch Or acts of serving
Or quality time Or even gift giving.
Everyone loves different And difference makes us special
Special enough To always find love In many different circles.
My eyes shed tears Just like the sky.
My sorrowful sobs Echoed by the thunder.
Trembling in the wind As fierce as lightning.
Because only the clouds Can feel my pain.
Taken for granted Wishfully swept away But called upon When crops growing.
Passing between Denial Anger Bargaining Depression And acceptance.
Only to live a life Where I’m destined To be left behind
“Love, where did you put the laundry basket!? I want to throw in a load before I go to work!”
“I already did it!”
“…what do you mean you already did it?”
“I put the laundry in a while ago. Have a good day at work.”
“Where did the dryer sheets go, babe?”
“Oh I used the last one earlier. I put them on the shopping list”
“Used them for what?”
“The laundry of course, silly”
“You did all the laundry?”
“Yea, I just finished putting it away”
“Hey! What’re you doing with that?”
“I’m getting ready to put in the clothes before we leave.”
“Nuh uh, hand that over. Thank you.”
“I can do the laundry, you know.”
“I know you’re capable, but just let me do it, okay babe”
“Have you seen my green sweater?”
“Yea I put it in the washer, there was something on the sleeve so I wanted to wash it before it got stained”
“Thank you babe”
“Did you put in the laundry yet?”
“Yup, it’s almost ready to switch over”
“I can do it.”
“Nope, you can’t. I will”
“Hey, can you add detergent to the shopping list? I just used the last of it”
“Sure”
“The clothes always smell so good after you wash them. I love the detergent you use”
“Thanks babe, I’m glad you like it”
“This shirt smells so good, I don’t even want to put perfume over it”
“Haha it does smell good. You always smell good.”
“Thank you babe”
“Babe…?”
“…babe…”
“.. The hamper is full… the.. the laundry has to be done”
“…babe?..”
I could no longer stand the smell of that detergent, of those dryer sheets. Every whiff, every breeze, every time. All I was reminded of was you. Now you’re gone and laundry has turned into my worst nightmare. Not just a chore, but a curse. I wish I could just hug you one last time and catch that smell in bliss. Just one last time.
I want to feel, I want to know. I want to love, I want to grow.
I want to care, I want to see. I want to hear, I want to free.
Where lights dim, where cries quiet. I fall from grace, I start to riot.
Lost in anger, lost in grief. My eyes are clouded by belief.
God has forsaken my hearts sense. He’s scorned upon my attempted repents.
I want to love, I want to know. But now I’m left with no where to go.
I wandered the path I had always walked every day, on my way home. I held my lantern high enough to shine over my face and my surroundings. I watched the ground bellow me, as to know where I am and where I’m going. When my eyes shifted up for a split second, I saw something strange. There was a cloud like figure looming over an entrance to the forest, lighting a way in. I’ve never been into the forest because my mum tells me that it was the reason for the worlds loss of light. She depicts it as the gate to hell. But I don’t know, this cloud thing feels… enticing. It’s like I’m drawn to it’s mysteriousness. Without thinking, my body moved to follow the new path enlightened to me by this cloud. I tailed this cloud for over 10 minutes before it stopped abruptly. I looked at it, bewildered. All of a sudden the light from the cloud dimmed and a new light came to view. My eyes were drawn to a lake, about 10 feet ahead. There was a large bolder formation at the hind end of the lake that was covered in moss and vines. And there was a small waterfall that seemed to cover up some kind of cavity in the boulders body. There was a beautiful willow tree at the top of this bolder, amidst all the greenery. There also seemed to be a surrounding rind of polished looking rocks, that encompassed half of the lake. To add to the ethereality of this place, there was one detail that made it even more astonishing. The lake illuminated a beautiful cerulean blue light that rivaled the stars themselves. With no other light around, as my lantern flame died out, I drifted to the body of water. I stepped up to the row of stones and leaned over to look into the waters eye. One could see all the inner workings of this habitat. That’s just how crystal clear the water was. I stared, for what felt like hours, at all the creatures and embellishments that decorated the lakes floor. I reached out slowly, and grazed the tips of my fingers across the waters surface and it felt like I had coasted the skin of an angel. There was something so soft and yet so cold about the water. I had finally looked up and at my surroundings, as only the immediate space around the lake could be seen with solely it’s blue light. I saw trees that I haven’t been able to see for years, and grass that has never gleamed so green. In that moment, I thought back on my mothers words about this forest. “Mija… never, and I mean NEVER should you enter that forest. It will only end in pain. Even if not for you, someone will suffer. Nothing good ever comes from that god forsaken place. For the good of your family.. Please don’t ever even think of exploring in there. It’s only for the best, Mija.” I pondered on the severity in which she spoke. But then my mind shifted to the overwhelming beauty in front of me. And in that moment, I knew… I would not speak of my findings in this forest to anyone, especially not my mother. I will keep this secret and cherish it. I cannot let hate be what ruins this natural gorgeousness. If my mother thinks that the forest only holds misfortune, then who am I to try and convince her otherwise. This would be my get away when the world became too much. I swore to myself I would not let this heaven on earth be compromised.
He had fallen within the depths of himself Lost in his skin Sunken eyes Pale complexion He drowns in his sorrows In his tears He tries to swim He tries to make the waves stop Anything But they just keep killing And killing And killing And killing As he sinks deeper And deeper He watches the sun fade With the last of his consciousness And lets himself succumb To the desire within himself His heart beats don’t stop His blood keeps on flowing As his lungs fill with agony He would be lost in more than himself He would be lost in the deepest Darkest Most uncharted waters Anyone could ever imagine. He would be lost In the ocean of heartache.