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Connection
Checking in, All systems green, Connection unsuccessful
On Monday, at 5:28 p.m. I will die
Under the Eiffel Tower, On a full moon
Sitting in a river, Under a dazzling bright day
Error! Error!
On Tuesday, at 7:09 a.m. I will die
Whispering words into my hair, Slurping down a lemonade
Feeling the grass between my toes, Lying in bed on the second floor
Error! Error!
On Wednesday, at 12:45 p.m. I will die
Sitting quietly, Plucking flowers from the air
Watching whales jump over rainbows, And listening to god throwing away prayers
[nonsense] Warning! [nonsense] Warning!
On Thursday, I will die
Waking from an endless sleep, Finding dawn in my eyes
With shallow breathes, Swimming in the sky
Error! Error!
On Friday, at 1:20 a.m. I will die
Laying in bed, Willing myself not to look at the clock
Dancing with butterflies, That do not exist
Processing... Processing...
On Saturday, I will breathe
Just in time to check out, Filling my blood with remedy
Inhaler in one hand, A brook beneath my feet
Processing... Processing...
On Sunday, at 4:00 p.m. I will die
Wishing it were Friday, Sundays seem to be suicide days
Watching a camera feed lies, Screaming something wholly untrue
Checking in, All systems red, Connection successful
On Monday, at 5:28 p.m. I will die
Under the Eiffel Tower, On a full moon
Sitting in a river, Under a dazzling bright day
Error! Error!
On Tuesday, at 7:09 a.m. I will die
Whispering words into my hair, Slurping down a lemonade
Feeling the grass between my toes, Lying in bed on the second floor
Error! Error!
On Wednesday, at 12:45 p.m. I will die
Sitting quietly, Plucking flowers from the air
Watching whales jump over rainbows, And listening to god throwing away prayers
[nonsense] Warning! [nonsense] Warning!
On Thursday, I will die
Waking from an endless sleep, Finding dawn in my eyes
With shallow breathes, Swimming in the sky
Error! Error!
On Friday, at 1:20 a.m. I will die
Laying in bed, Willing myself not to look at the clock
Dancing with butterflies, That do not exist
Processing... Processing...
On Saturday, I will breathe
Just in time to check out, Filling my blood with remedy
Inhaler in one hand, A brook beneath my feet
Processing... Processing...
On Sunday, at 4:00 p.m. I will die
Wishing it were Friday, Sundays seem to be suicide days
Watching a camera feed lies, Screaming something wholly untrue
Checking in, All systems red, Connection successful
Published 31st Aug 2015
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Anonymous
31st Aug 2015 3:52pm
There are some fascinating lines there within a mystical paradox. What I like about this is every reader will have a different interpretation. Every time I read it, it's different, yet the words have not changed.
1st Sep 2015 1:02am
I try >///<
I really love those poems that make me stop and think, or I changed my interpretation, every time I read it.
I'm glad I succeeded :)
I really love those poems that make me stop and think, or I changed my interpretation, every time I read it.
I'm glad I succeeded :)
