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Everything that’s come undone,

In movements around the sun-

It can never be undone,

“There’s nothing that could have been done.”

A moment that’s forever feared,

That’s grasped and lost resulting in tears.

It happens in rotations of spheres,

Futility’s the captain who steers.

You’ll fall and curse this stupid pain,

You’ll cry out protesting the change.

The saddest part is nothing can change,

Everything remains the same.

Fragments of twelve pass on,

Moments now forever gone,

Soon the choir’s singing your song.

Never to view a new dawn.

The Song of the Mockingbird

You’ve let it out the window,
The bird who listened close,
The bird who let feelings grow,
The bird who had wings clipped short.

He’s fluttering now,
His wings are a tattered mess,
He’s spiralling down again,
He can’t fly alone.

The window’s closed.
The bird upon the windowsill,
Staring at your lively stills,
That this birds not a part of.

In the picture frame,
The bird’s reflections cast,
Almost as if in the past,
But it’s just a picture.

The bird won’t make it alone;
He’s seen what you have come and shown.
He knows that he’s now alone,
Your solitude is now condoned.

The Butterfly Effect

The Butterfly Effect

My stomach’s sucking monarchs out of the air,
It traps them, and binds them and drowns them- they’re scared

Tremors in my stomach- they open, erupt
The cracks and the ulcers spell out inept

It’s shaking and writhing, the monarchs are stuck
They’re slamming the walls, they’re screaming, they’re fucked.

My eyesight destroys them, maims them, they’re dead
Along with the thoughts and worries in head

My stomach reached stasis, my heart did too,
But you’ll still never know my feelings for you.

So I was sad and I made some Haikus

Vague

A door closed
A ventricle too

Eyes now blushing
Cheeks now submerged

Bathwater drawn
Clothing asunder

Swimming in waste
Body Engulfed

“Goodbye to you
I’ll see you around.”