Far Lapenna

Softly ticking, an insistent thrill,
The wall, my phone, my head is still
A million questions asked
Why me?
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Boredom seeps in
Uninvited and whining
What is the Teacher saying?
I can't tell, I'm writing
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Have you ever felt like Needle and Thread?
When life goes right over your head,
That’s the Seamstress stopping.
Trying to think, to be accurate;
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I’m avoiding dreams of blackness,
I don’t want any trouble.
But even if I sprouted wings,
I’d still fall and stumble.
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We always seemed to spit and fight
It was always very rough,
But we always made up in the end
And we helped each other out.
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Teeth glistening from the recent kill
The flesh bursts and the heartbeat falls still
The eyes glint and the bloodlust pours out
The heartbeat begins again, and the victim, shouts
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I don't see the point in watching TV all day long
I don't see the point in acting like I belong
I don't see the point in doing my own homework
I don't see the point in ignoring someone's smirk
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What is beauty? Where is it?
Many people have opinions
But no decision can commit
It is my sister's smile
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Stop complaining about it hurting,
Stop humiliating me.
You have to just stop and think,
Just about what you need.
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Screams lash from a sore throat
Teeth clash like a saliva filled boat
Hell is unleashed in eyes only
Don't be fooled, only the beginning
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Golden hair and lips smiling
Eyes gentle and full of blessing
Deep sea blue,
As complicated as the waves
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I don't have skeletal features
Or any type of black robe
I only wear one in the winter
When it is quiet and it is cold
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Go on! Hurt me
I dare you
To kill me with your spiteful words
To break all world records
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The thick wood blocking my eyes
The slim wood holding up knowledge,
The walkways lined with coarse fur rugs,
No pillar to cut out the sights.
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Having not grown up in this country
You'd think I'd feel foreign
You'd think I'd feel out of sorts
My thoughts a wobbly line
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The people look like discarded litter
Colourful pieces of trash scattered
Across dirt and sand, the excess content
Spilling out onto grey water and skies
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You are walking down a lane.
A burning sun is above, lodged in blue sky.
The pine trees shimmer in a pleasant green.
The houses are picturesque.
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You are walking down the street.
Past business-men and women with briefcases.
Past shiny new buildings and posh cars.
You turn a corner.
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You waltz down rotten avenues
The slap resounds off the street walls.
As you round the corner you see them.
A pair of siblings, the younger and older.
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You walk past row upon row
Of gleaming pristine shelves
Curving and smoothly holding up
All the current knowledge
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