A Place

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If I was a place

i just need to go inside

any place I can hide

and be in the water’s tide

tonight.

so where are all the places

all filled with graces

encompassed with paces

empty foot spaces

along lily pad’s laces

where the water’s edge takes us.

Inside this great vase

a lily pad’s lace

Is the place to go

that is below

where secrecy tows

in the bubbles that blow

as we swim,

into the sold out show

which never ends,

and still can’t bend

wont educate me away.

The only place I have for I

is up there in those skies

Day and night

I dream to fly

living in the starry eyes.

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Greener Pastures

38

Is the grass always greener on the other side? Is it always neater? Or cleaner? Is it more popular over there because that’s where everyone wants to be? Or because everything they’re after is over there? That’s the place of attainability. Where we go and let all others fade and release into the Earth. We have to let go of all of the pain to see what’s on the other side but why are we fighting so hard to get there when we don’t even know what’s around the corner? Do I self-admittedly have to talk about these things on a place like the internet, when no I don’t need to say anything at all, I get that. But people always say it’s worth the fight to get through it, to push through the pain and let out of all the halls and call out that yes, it happened to me too. That’s the thing, is how do we get rid of all of the memories? How do we release all the pain we didn’t even know we’d carried along through the times. Only to always look to anything greener, anyways. I’m so tired of people telling me to look for the good, and to find something to laugh at. How about you? Can I laugh at you? Cause that’d be great and hopefully it’d work but who knows. Geez, people.