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Samuel Coleridge
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.
NATURE'S ANSWER
Is't returned, as 'twas sent ? Is't no worse for the wear ?
Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE !
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope,
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope,
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ?
Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, compare !
Then die--if die you dare !
called to riot
like any life
no matter no peace
we riot for a self
and a silver spoon
now found guilty
like a raw black word
the rope is older
than the indictment
all lands given to the great
city stomach
am I a villain not to see
a brother
lodged in a box
these pleasures
are not sweet to me now
for which I am sorry
I sat with duty and guilt and shame,
a brother to the poor.
This day I began to put on buckles to my shoes.
OWE OWE OWE OWE
OWE OWE OWE OWE
OWE OWE OWE OWE
OW OW OW O WE
“In the last thirty years,
Three hundred and sixty kills-
Mind you, kills, and I don’t keep track
Of the mutilated, the disabled, the living dead
Who fell before me on the tracks.”
He takes a sip of the whiskey,
A deep drag of the cigarette
Looks out through the window -
I see the glimmer of tears in his eyes.
Outside, the river roared as it gushed
The birds sang as they flew
Wind ran helter-skelter among the trees
The setting sun scattered golden light as it sank.
We were old friends, meeting after forty or more years,
This boyhood friend of mine
Who tagged behind me all the time
What if I never loved you?
What if I did love you?
What if I said you where the cause of my pain?
What if I said you didn't cause my pain?
What if is the question every one asks after sometime bad happens. What if I didn't say that to him he would still be here? what if I just said I love you more? What if I just said yes? What if I never loved you
When the crime,
Is complete,
There's no turning around.
You can't return,
To the past,
To the present you're bound.
Stains on your fingers,
Reminding,
Of your act.
But all the blood,
In the world,
Can't take you back.
Though it hurts,
To witness,
The results of your deed.
These are all,
it's like a nightmare
playing over and over in my head
what'd she do?
how'd it happen?
could you feel it down to the last atom?
did you want to die?
why does it matter pequeña? it's over.
because i need to know
i need to torture myself
with guilt and shame and hatred
as i live with the burden of your trauma
so i never forget it's my fault
i wish there was a rulebook that tells you how to be
and what to talk about when it is time to talk about it
and what to do when you should take action
because every step i take
every breath that leaves these lungs
is wrong
my sister can't look at me without flinching
because the little girl was never saved
from the torment
despite my pleading promises.
I did my best to love you,
Though I have
Anxiety,
Over think,
Depression,
Sensitive,
Ugly,
Mental breakdown,
I'm sorry I messed up...
Cause I involved you,
Into my miserable life.