The seven ran for two days, only stopping to eat and sleep a few hours at a time knowing the enemy was a day behind them. They were going to try to lose them in the forest, but when Joven climbed up a tree, he looked back and saw dust rising in the distance. “They’re gaining on us” Joven cried out, twenty feet up on a branch. “How far?” Elio, the squad leader yelled back. “Fifteen maybe twenty miles” Joven responded. “I just can see them yet”. Elio thought for a second. “They’re running at full speed. They’ll reach the tree line by dusk.” “They’ll be...
It’s cold as Hell up here in outer space. I left the old me way behind. It’s hard to see that there’s another way. I always said that I wanted to fly.
But now I’m way up here, spinning out of control. I need a safe space to reel me in, but I can’t grab a hold. So I’m gonna fly even higher than I’ve ever been before. I’m a rocket man who is swimming far away from the shore.
I never wanted to be a rocket man. They just let me go alone, so I took the chance.
You know what your Problem is, Ray? You cling To the past, you gotta move on.” No, I just know the science and Chemistry behind it, and now Everything sucks These tragedies, you say They shouldn’t happen, but They do, and you can’t stop Misery and a certain Level of pain is Just a given But move on? What are you, a Psychopath?
Life is misery" He said Pointing to the wolves Tearing the deer Limb from limb Bellowing what mizzle Of life Still remained In its anointed And vanquished soul. "We should be more like that" He pointed Over to to the rock, "Humble, simple, still" "Undesiring".
My chorus is silent; My muse now a mute. I choose non-violent to be unlike the news. I gaze upon stars with knowledge gained and confusion. I never did understand nuclear fusion.
The mad scientist creates black holes in his dreams. Empty heads need filling with anything. Learn to know the difference between hope and wrong. School is out for summer and forever; We were too busy going for a song.
White cells, bandits in the breakdown of self-tolerance, form little mutinies, civil wars in veins, antibodies shredding DNA— life winds down, self lost to self; such cruel intents of proteins deaf to their master in ugly displays of wasting away.