I know that whatever comes after this
will be alright

I know that whatever comes after this
will be alright
Time is a tick of the mind
Where we once belonged
Has gone far away
Today
And now
Black smoke
Beautiful losers
A shout in the street
Start to fade
All that we made
Is born to die
A brief history of time
Obsession
Old lovers
Under freeway balconies
Nude naked and stripped
Secrets behind smiles
The horse would know, but the horse can’t talk
Rhapsodies in black
Documenting disposable people
Disposers
Exposers
Of
Ghost images
Ghost people
ghost world
Once Held together by water
But now Broken apart by man
Don’t ever let the adult you
Grow up so much
That the child you
Dies
Break out the box of crayons
(if you still have ’em)
Buy a box
(if ya don’t)
Turn off your mind
And just color like you did
When you were a kid
Free from worry
Free from judgement
Free from rules or beliefs
Our adult selves hold onto
For whatever reason we do
Free From the weight of all the things that over complicate our lives and waste our time and energy
Free to feel the excitement from the simple things again
Do this
And you’ll start to remember
the joy and love and excitement
You felt
As a child
All from a box of colored wax
And a piece of paper.
Broken window screen
The kind of blinds I hate
But the cool cold 6 am air
Comes in
Makes my skin tingle
Makes my flesh jump
Excites the parts of my body that
Excite my everything
Makes me want to feel
Again
You were great
I’ll miss you
We will all miss you
Forever…
What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi
Nothing
Even though the unhealthy partv if me wants to try
I see no reason to.
. . . but here I go anyway.
Poetry and fiction not intended for the masses — Sam M. Phillips
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