The Haunted
A rustling,
the snap of twigs,
a moonless sky,
a passing breeze.
A racing heart
and darting eyes,
the pound of feet
and a held breath.
Scurry, hurry!
Do not get caught
by the unseen,
the barely heard.
based on a game
Cold blooms in the wind
Cards are traded
The government is blind
To it's people, who have faded
the fucking difference
I’ve been sad for so many lifetimes
and happy for none of them at all,
I don’t understand how, at this point,
I’d even know the fucking difference.
Death
Death is nothing.
Death is a state of being.
Not a he or she.
It is death and nothing more.
What every living thing will experience.
It is peaceful. It is fearful.
It is nature.
It is the end.
It is the beginning.
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Canary
A flash of yellow
The canary has fled
And the coal mine
Begins its funeral march
A sigh of relief made of
Poisoned air.
Oasis
The desert that is
this city surprised
me today. Someone
looked me in the eye
and gave me a smile.