| *disintegration*
the things i fear
Disintegration
seems to be attracted to me
yes seem to be attracted to me
dIsintegration
followS me
smells my fear
tracks my scent
and devours everythIng valuable
attackiNg
friend
father
relaTionships
non-rElenting
not repentinG
me Resenting
disintegrAtion: stale
aparT
thIngs fall
my father’s
degeneratiOn
makes me run
far away from the place called home
frieNdship’s deterioration
makes me cry
for the place called home
society’s demise
makes me laugh
i realize there is no home
irresistible
ingenious
ingenuine
disintegration
into nothingness
the things i fear |
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| so this xanga thing…it seems to be all the rage…i guess now…ive finally caught up with the times
*~falling out~*
they walk too quickly
for me to follow
i walk slow
i always feel like
i am
left behind
most people don’t
cry at the flatness
of old photographs
smile at the shimmer
of sharpened blades
stare at the remnants
of stale friendships
everytime the telephone rings
i am disconnected
left behind
and alone
things seem to fall out of my pockets
when the holes are really in the soles
of my shoes
everytime
they
walk
quickly
i am left behind
to witness
a falling out
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