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blackbody juvenescence those kids, in the back of the classroomblackbody juvenescence by TheStoyTeller
At first glance, you'd think them only shadows
but between the forests of edifices
and trite breaths
you notice a lung and
maybe a heart beating and a thick leg
thumping the ground, these things creating thunder and sometimes lightning.
Yes, this adolescent with million dollar ideas
but a 50 cent mind and a quarter of a soul,
this makeshift person is mine.
I do not owe God anything. I did not ask for this.
Our future was so bright that it
burned and shriveled up into nothingness.
I hope the world ends
before I stop watching cartoons.
Either way, I promise to protect the asphalt innocence until my eyes see no more.
Yes, those shadows in the back are all mine.
This means nothing but to move on you may have held these griefs before,This means nothing but to move on by TheStoyTeller
an anthem you never tire of singing.
when I've not planted my sorrows
in anyone else and you are laying
in the garden of my wounds
with your hands in your chest and
your head full of regrets,
I want you to look at me
if you don't plan on loving me these are my bones.if you don't plan on loving me by TheStoyTeller
do not touch them,
or I will become you.
is it still alive? "Would you rather feel painis it still alive? by TheStoyTeller
or be numb?"
The surgeon asked.
He couldn't tell.
He could no longer differentiate
a lung from a heart,
or movement from momentum.
Even now, as he lay comfortably still,
He knew the strings that constructed the fiber of his atoms were vibrating, alive and tentatively active, orchestrating themselves
outside of his control.
He had something to prove to himself.