Eagle

Eagle

Shoot an eagle while its flying don't think that while its fluttering down to the ground it won't use its beak to pick the fuck out of you.

Its like running up to Michael Angelo disturbing his masterpiece just because you don't feel the same way.

Yes, you're allowed to disagree but do it in silence, don't put a stick in the gears while they're grinding, don't you ever shoot an eagle while its flying.

So while Im working on trying to forget you, don't throw me into the memory of when I used to love you, because when I did you certainly didn't love me. 

You didn't hesitate to entertain me like a ping pong ball pitter pattering on the board. Only thing I lacked to notice was you were holding both paddles.

And I won't forget it but I will forgive you because during that time you gave me an illusion and I sold everything I had and bought it. And at the end I saw myself on square one, without you and broken hearted.

Today I just feel like writing

its weird because i haven't felt that in a long time.

Somewhere between the popular sport of heartbreaks and bad friendships,

I lost the lead to this pencil that helps me put my mental psych ward to rest. 

I began to open my eyes in the middle of my dreams and chose them in the midst of reality, 

savoring every bitter moment.

The dreams that I used to dream and the love I use to bow down to was now territory for sale.

Alas, I had joined the rest of the plebeian public filtering feelings, chanting fuck love get money;

only to disappear into the crowd to get a moment to peer into my locket and remind myself of the hell I was living.

My existence was not designed for denying what I felt, for conforming to the public.

Anti-Flammable House

        

Its days like this that our disunion rampantly rages,

Our miscommunication quickly rots quickly ages.

                Our disagreeance grows like the fresh new flowers in May

And to the people around us like a new page;

                The dislike piles as abundantly as the aqua life in the sea.

We enjoy the view as if this is something we paid for

                As deception strides peacefully within our homes

Our looks of shock and surprise possess our emotions

                Is this not something of our desire?

Did we not make time for this? Did we not keep feeding this fire ?

                Now the house anti-flammable slowly burns, and ironically it’s in this instant that we unite

To talk about our plunging investment, damn this hurts.

                So much time so much effort so many laughs and our many flights to Frankfurt.

All crumbling to the ground with the ash in our face

                It invades our lungs, our eyes, our body,

Its in our water, its in our food, we cannot escape it.

                So we open our boxes, lie down and find out that our shock is, that we have accepted it.

We will fight at it no more, cease fire and perish.