We talk about the world as if it is of our people

As if the connections and interactions in our souls are what is making it turn

Ever continuous

Revolution

What makes the sunshine shine and decides which way the waves shall crash upon the shore

Or themselves

Stacked upon molecules of same

Different

Pieces

Forever held in bonds of uncanny strength

But

“The world as it is today”

Could be almost the same as it was before

But we People do not grind mountains over the time of years

We people create them in days

Mounds of our waste

We people do not catch lightning to the trees and restore new beauty to the forest in time

A birth from flame

Our people cut them down

Then throw them away

Create toxins to feed our babies

Cures for diseases

we made

Paper to trade for love and food instead of good work and time

We all have lies that look back at us in the mirror

Are you comfortable with that?

“The world” is not us

We are The People

So when we talk about our Earth

And what is happening

And how it is

Let us remember that people do the bidding that people can see

The Earth has not destroyed itself

Do not desensitize and pass the blame when you say the world is so bad

it is this and that

But

I say the humans are so bad these days

*

There’s too many words we haven’t

Screamed

In the back seat

Singing communally to somebody not even close to being in the car

Somebody different

All the same kind of important

Words matter

I hate that we’re too scared to play what we sing alone to together

when it’s too quiet but you can’t get that iridescent bubble of emotion to pop your insides back into place

When nobodies home and it seems like everyone in the world sees you right now

Do you have fear of the judges you appointed in your mind?

I hate looking at my friends and wondering when they’re going to die

Thinking If they’ll call me when they find their first last love

Hoping I get to hug their necks the last time I see them like I did the first

There’s too many faces I wished I kissed

There’s too many hands I should have grabbed in awkward triumph

Too many words I could have offered

Too many passive seed of nods that could have bloomed a garden of smiles

I don’t know if we can be sorry we couldn’t do that for them

But we can find opportunities reflected from days past

I’m never sad when I lose a friend

It’s easy to forget what you couldn’t keep

But I’ll try again

And I’ll find your smile sitting in the back of the class

But for the ones I hold steadfast

And the ones I will hold in bumbling and awkward hands

I promise I’ll drive a bit slower this time

I will speak my mind sooner and quieter

And I will love you even if you do not love me

-everyone loves you when you’re dead

There’s something following me

It’s right on my back

There’s something calling me

I think it feels like a heart attack

When I told my parents I heard voices in my head -they told me a bed time story

It used to choke me cold

but now I just lose my sight

My hands are clean but my head is awful gory

I got dreams in the day and reality in the night

I don’t see blood or imagine to kill

This is a sin more keen

Serial self subservant

endangerment

would fit the bill

It kind of makes me mean

When it grabs me by my side and

Stabs on my insides

Or holds me by the ear

and tells me, it’s something important you hear-

maybe life would be simpler

if I had just died

Pacified

Classified

by what ends

It depends on

Possibly,

how long I’ll last.

Who holds the pen

But I think I’ve slipped it past

this time

And I know I’ve got good things overhead

And my grace glanced, holy tranced

Keeps my love from dead

But there’s just something inside me that lets me feel no pain

And my soul is kept from falling apart

Congenital insensitivity to the membrane

I think the shadows just ripped out my heart

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