When Words Come Out
It comes
It goes
It always flows.
From the top to the bottom
From middle to end,
Then it starts back over again.
The lights burn up
The streets wear out.
And time won’t stop.
Not for you
Not for me
Not for anybody.
If you stop and listen
You can hear my heart beating.
The thump, thump, thump
The pump, pump, pump.
The blood flows through
The blood flows out.
The screams held in
The whispers shout.
Nothing moves nor makes a scene
And things get blurry until not seen.
The clock grows loud
The town slows down
Windows shatter and I feel the wind.
Peoples voice begin to rise
But no one hears my cries.
Be careful what your mouth let outs,
What you say is always what you mean.
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I'm a 23 year old with a strange sense of humor and passion about animals. Often times my name and the word "weird" are interlinked - not as suspicious, but more addlepated or curious. I love the smell of old books and only gave in to owning a Kindle because of its advantage to having several books in hand at one time. I used to spill artwork from my fingertips, but lately with Death, Debt, and Unexpected Life Struggles words and pictures start to only frustrate and hurt me more. I believe my place is either at a desk in a classroom or in the field of learning, and was one of the only kids who hated missing days at school. I'm pursuing my education level at a slow pace for a self-payer, but I thoroughly believe one day my writing will take me where I want to go. I don't expect to become a novelist, poet or journalist - but I do strongly acknowledge my continuing experience with the English language (and some German) is my calling in some field out there somewhere. Now I just have to keep writing [life works are like a map in progress] and I'll eventually find where that place is that I want to be. Im considering Biology, Zoology, and Veterinarian.
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