From the moment I signed I saw things I shouldn’t have seen

Soldiers dying left and right The weather wearer them down

The weak were left behind The rest were starved and forced To walk miles of unstretched land In the hands of Japan

Iv seen some terrible things Parents annd children being taken And sent to god forsaken camps

The men were forced to fight They starved them nearly to death Even the worlds strength couldn’t stop This blight.

I stood on a hill my vison blurred with tears And smoke as I saw the building go up in flames killing billions of Jews.

My heart nearly dropped when I saw a plane Crash into the building killing millions.

Iv seen things that shouldn’t be seen And when I wake up I know it’s not a dream.

The history of our world was cruel it seems But we move on to build newer dreams

I have a playlist dedicated to my funeral My favourite song is everyone dies I think about death all the time. Uncomfortable truths I’ve grown comfortable with at my young age.

Ageing has never scared me, maybe death once or twice Or a few billion times But I have grown accustomed To my own mortality

I lack poetic prose, in this simple phrasing But I have to be honest Death does not scare me And the fact it doesn’t Scares me.

Would recommend the song till death frees my by Zevia, also sorry for the crappy writing I’m just getting out of writers block and school is fucking hard

TW ED (more from my book lol)

The first thing I wanted to lose was my stomach. Get rid of the little pouch that formed when I sat down.

But the last thing you lose is your stomach.

You lose your happiness long before that. Your identity, your life.

Maybe in another lifetime, I could have just lived with that little pouch.

I don’t make eye contact I look to the side Because you acknowledging my existence Makes me anxious inside

To have a presence A desire and will If I don’t take up space Will you be mean to me still?

If I don’t look at you I can pretend I’m not real I’ll be a ghost instead At least they don’t have to feel

I can no longer see the world There are no rose colored glasses. the truth has now unfurled Now time passes like molasses

All hope is gone I can’t close, I cant shut I guess again ill wait till dawn but, I can’t, it’s too much smutt.

“Are you seeing this?” “Eye do.”

“You see those leaves?” “Eye do.”

“You see that smile?” “Eye do.”

“And you see the farmers? The cows and their young. You see the sick dying. And the little ones grow. You see the seasons change. The colors swirl within. You see a kid unwrap a gift. The animals flit and run. Shiny and clean. Dirty and old…”

“Eye do.” “But you can’t.” “But eye do.”

“You’re blind.” “I’m what?” “And deaf too.”

Like bats in hidden caves, with eyes moon-bright. Like flowers that bloom only at night. Like little lost children we hope will come home. Like people all alone. Like the wind that blows.

Like ships hidden under waves that drowned. Like feelings we bury deep, deep down. Like the dreams we have when we sleep. Like tears we weep. Like secrets we keep.

The eye is all seeing which sounds awful freeing but nothing can hide not even the fearful bride

the eyes have seen at all even the most boring wall it wishes for it to stop but the eyelids are unable to drop

so many cruel things to be shown but even after seeing it all, it’s so alone the cruel reality of us all not even the thought of you can stall

i would die if that’s what it took but my eyes catch every look i’ve seen it all and much more what else is there to live for

the eyes i can’t escape about the size of a mere grape Always always open never never shut even if i have to endure you being a slut

But all I can do is write about it; the empty things I’ve seen. The blank stare behind my smiling teeth. They're broken and crooked, you see. Still I'm left choking on the air you refuse to let me breathe. Cold and alone, in this mental reality..

A roll of gypsy dice. My lips have been locked in a vice. The simple words I want to say; conform to the neurons, I lose everyday. Solitude with a side of attitude. I try share the thoughts, you distanced as rude. But I'll be walking through the clouds, should your butterflies need some wind. I'll be fixing broken dreams, should your love need to mend. With mine and me... oh indeed, it's we in-between. In a roll of harrowing life, my wings become stronger from being left behind in this land of constant fight…

-HMG

Sweet glowing tangerine sky, Grass grows greener on the other side, And if you plan to die, do it right, And if you plan to cry, do it at night,

In salted mango air, From their graves, they all stare, Their gloves you wear,

Sweet red daises, Sweet blood red,

Bad man, you fled, Bad man, they all bled,

Forgive us all now, Sleigh down a hill of death, Exist, die, nonetheless,

Eyes that have seen too much, Eyes that have seen enough, Lay yourself to rest now

You have to get sleep somehow.