Las sombras bailan
detrás de mis ojos
y las llamas parpadean
con los dedos rojos.
La noche cae
como una manta caliente
y mis ojos se cierran
permanentemente.
Las sombras bailan
detrás de mis ojos
y las llamas parpadean
con los dedos rojos.
La noche cae
como una manta caliente
y mis ojos se cierran
permanentemente.
How long can you walk over me
before I fall flat?
How do you even sleep at night
using me like a door mat?
Eventually I will have had enough
and no words will fix
all the times you abused your privilege
just for the kicks.
There will come a day soon
when I will no longer be
and who will you have then
but the cold and heartless ghost of me?
I drew a map and marked the spot
and there I sat waiting
with the hope that maybe someday
you might see the treasure
you thought you lost.
Today starts anew,
washing yesterday away.
Tomorrow can’t stay.
These forefathers we look up to
fought for many things:
FREEDOM OF RELIGION
AND FREEDOM TO DREAM.
They wanted, not a tyrant
who would dictate their lives,
but a government of the people
meant to help its members thrive.
Even still these grand men
had fortune and land
and already had more power
than most had at hand.
Those who died on the fields,
maybe not in vain,
died without freedom
and died in great pain.
Today we still want
THE FREEDOM TO DREAM
as a tyrant still lingers,
the joke of some meme.
I dug a grave yesterday. If you have to ask why, then you don’t know me very well. This has always been a dream of mine and I got the chance to dig in finally! I didn’t dig a full six feet, but I think I got about half way to the standard depth. Since I have accomplished this amazing feat, I thought I would share with you some tips and facts I picked up, you know, in case you’d like to dig your own grave.
I hope these tips help you in your grave digging adventures and that if you find yourself six feet under, you aren’t in the supine position.
I have found a new place to live
and the rent is really cheap
I bargained down to three fish
after all, four seems kinda steep.
This place is perfect you see,
it’s got windows and screens
to watch all the squirrels
play in the grass that’s so green.
I can’t wait to move in
and for when the rent is due,
what were you confused?
You pay me. I’m not paying you.
Boiling heat flows over
as the sun beats on your back
and each breath you breathe
feels like a heated attack.
You’ve never felt such heat
and the fire burns your soul
as the pavement burns anew
almost melting to your sole.
Summer days like these
exist only in your head,
this is normal for the arctic
and global warming is dead.
Tell me again,
why it is you stay,
when you know that she
can so easily walk away?
Tell me again,
why it is that you stray,
when you know that her bed
is the one that you made?
Those were the days,
when you called me yours
and love was like war;
we’d both served two tours.
The thing about war
is that no one ever wins
as casualties pile up
for some other sap’s sins.
Those were the days,
when I never called you mine
since I played the fool
and missed every sign.
The thing about love
is that no one ever wins
and just when you give up,
another love begins.