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Random Poem:

air & second chances

theres never enough air
and im thinking its the world around me
people too close, too far
never in the right place
long enough to see me
and im sitting wondering
about why i cant seem to catch my breath
its taking me an eternity
contemplating the internal struggles
the liers and cheaters
deciding how everyone is breaking me down
the world collapsing in a giant
rush of emotional decay
im choking on the stale air
gasping at the unfairness
turning shades of gray unimaginable
dry lungs heaving for a taste
of sweet release
giving up hope as the world sucks out
my last breath of freedom
when i realize someone closed the window
this is another poem but its also not really finished so i thought id post them both on this one thing:
its not fair
certain stars arent meant to fall
the beauty of their path
the joy of such an eclipse
over a city of lit darkness
can never surpass the feeling
of being burnt out
blacken the rich colors
of leaves draped across the branches
withering branches of life slowly fading
into a dormant rest, awaiting a renewal
but its not fair
because those reaching hands
deserve more than that
such life should never be repressed
forced to wait in a submissive state
its not fair
because a certain few shouldnt be stuck here
amongst the bustle of people
without sympathies
between the skin deep liers and the broken backed workers
when you wake up to a hidden sun
and find those who willingly part the clouds
just for you, and yet for everyone
thats when you stop complaining
of your own disasters
and start to scream
for those too strong to falter
for those who carry everything without hint
of sagging shoulders, of shortened breath
its time to scream for those who are strong
with laughter, with smiles
its time to embrace the complexities of life
and dance under the onslaught of rain from greying skies
if only for a moment
then we shall make it a moment to remember
we make it fair

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