Playing With Synecdoche

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Brother

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It's ironic how anxious I get about the mundane life I am living

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Death and Other Things

II

Death is nonsense

Or something that shouldn’t make sense 

But does 

Death is simple, 

Or could be simple if our 

consciousness didn’t allow for reflection 

If we were still animals in trees 

Death is non-existent 

Or we choose to think so 

And if death does not exist 

Afterlife must be.

III

Afterlife

I’m floating 

Way up above the milky way

Some other unknown galaxy

It has stars too 

Swimming in a sea of dark navy 

Nothing holds me 

Nothing pushes me 

I am, simply 

My dark curly hair drips down from my scalp 

It doesn’t sway 

There is no wind 

If heaven is what they promised 

There must be nothing to strive for 

To work at 

To fail 

To learn 

No need to hold the weight of my being 

This is why I am floating 

There is nothing do to

My very existence is unnecessary 

If heaven is what they promised, then it must be hell as well.

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Two Years Time

Falling for love 

Then you 

Falling 

In the first of last 

We’re past the knowing 

Bodies wrapped in white 

Every pain stranded 

On poles of the bed 

All the leaves 

Then it starts to snow 

The sun comes out 

Tomorrow 

Will be something different 

In bed we lay 

Thinking 

Strange is scattering 

Normality to dissipate 

Dispute 

Disputes 

With your heart in mine 

Did you ever  

Snap the branches leaves 

All the piece 

Turns to spit 

All that time you let us run. 

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Adam and Eve

Billions and billions of little creatures

Surmounting an unknown territory 

They clasp their bony fingers onto the soiled ground 

And scream, and dance, and sing around 

Eat everything in sight 

Until their bellies are large and swollen 

Diminished is what has becomes of sane 

The ones too weak to survive, scream in horror

vain

Nobody thinks about the consequences or lack of resource 

The hunger that will come to be 

Or the rotting, polluting garbage produced 

A small one suggests that they should reduce 

He is trampled on, by a stampede

The grumbling in their stomachs forces them to feed

Unfortunately, on him  

Licking his lips, eating something juicy and sweet 

He's happy with the outcome of the Good's defeat

He has won

He has turned this place mad 

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Crack In the Ground

There is a crack in the ground 

A chiseled line 

What comes out it , is only the things you hoped to find 

Your childhood memories 

And a dad that you’ve missed 

An emotion indescribable 

And a mother’s tender kiss

And in the fraction of the earth

Are all your emotions spillling out 

Like oil on the ground 

Or those tantrums that you shout 

Your deepest fears 

And a heart-felt goodbye 

An earful of confusion 

And the boy that made you shy 

And in the imperfection of the soil 

Are all you subconscious thoughts 

The things you refused to listen to 

And the memories that got caught 

A voice that is chastising you 

A memory played over and again 

The ones that tried to help you 

The ones that never made amend 

And in this line , splitting the world in two 

On either side 

Is 

Me 

And 

You 

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Afterglow

  What else am I supposed to do?

I’m not going to

sit in the afterglow 

Sulk in it ( not bask) 

It will stain my lungs 

And coat them with a glittery resin 

After I’ve breathed in the glow, for long enough 

It will begin to seep through my pores and make its way into my bones and down my blood stream

My eyes will become red and stoned from the chalky air 

And my thoughts will put me into a fever

I’ll knock out because my eyes will become tired of trying to stay in their sockets. 

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