0 - Unfinished poetry 17

My Duality


Break open my ribcage, let the world inhale my light.
I no longer have the strength to stand once more;
To stand once more to fight.
If I cannot hold my love,
Then let it go and fly.
If the darkness will not rest for me,
I guess I will just have to go and die.


Sometimes things make me smile,
Like falling off a swing.
I hope you don’t get hurt too badly, I said,
I meant to say something.
I cannot find the will or words,
Yet I still want to sing.
I’ll put on a Nirvana tape and Kurt will cure my sting.


I have a hole inside that is growing every day.
It eats away at me and I can’t simple wish it away.
Love in my cancer cell, it’s hiding future ways.
Death has my phone number, address and my full name.


I pray for a bitter end and immortality.
I think I’ve always complained and accepted my duality.
I live a hippy mind, my rocker hair never flows free.
I’m an angry pacifist, love gun’s negative peace.


If nice is what this is,
Then I’ll have to throw a punch.
I want to lose my mind,
Without taking all your drugs.
I’m growing sickle cells from my hatred of the sun


Winter is coming soon,
Let the White Walkers become reality.
I hope you wear a target,
So I can clearly see.
It’s not that I hate you,
Because you don’t mean that much to me.
It would just be a positive,
To kill with negativity.


My battery is flat.
My heart has stopped its job.
I’ll never believe in you.
I am, there is no God.
All elementals do,
Is give the world its crop.
I hope you all fall down, goodbye,
Good riddance and full stop.


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