You-shaped hole

 

Got

a you-shaped hole

where my heart

should be

and my echoed heartbeat

somewhere distant.

Far, far

away from me,

rippling across

waves on a remote sea.

 

I wish to be

a pebble

amongst the sands

of that beach.

I want your hands

to reach

out a loving embrace

to me.

To make those ripples

become still,

and the sea

can reflect back

your beauty.

 

Got a you-shaped hole

in the soul of me,

I want to fill it

with a you-shaped piece

to make me whole

and not this incomplete

being you see.

A jigsaw

missing its central element.

I wish that piece was more eminent

so I could elegantly place it so the

image could be achieved.

If I think too long all I see,

is the ghost

of what that

image should be.

 

There is a you-shaped hole

all over my view

It leads me

to forever keep searching

like a car driving

me closer to insanity.

Swerving through 

this maddening forest

of you-shaped trees

The you-shaped sounds

of its engines purring

through my mind,

because without you in my life,

my directions are misaligned.

 

 

 

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Copy machine

 

Societal

misshapes.

The lost

fragmented

ordinary,

seen

as different,

though they walk

the same

pathways

as you.

Feeling just as lost

and confused

as you sometimes do.

 

Because

 

sometimes

 

The world can seem a little askew,

off kilter, like it's being viewed

through some trippy Tik Tok filter.

The way people stroll in reverse,

whilst other life floods ever onwards,

but they seem to move

differently to us.

They walk with purpose,

every backward stride,

a point on their journey

they greet with pride.

 

They drift through crowds,

but no one notices.

they appear out of focus

their faces blurred,

like clouds

of human shaped detritus.

They glide

through the ever

marching tides of human life.

Always trying

to reach the other side,

crossing a road, to cross it again,

flowing back and forth

like a pendulums swing.

 

So focused are we

on crossing this stream

that we don't see the gleam

in the glistening teeth

of the others.

They look like us, act like us,

talk like us,

but it's a facade, a smokescreen

hiding the real creature beneath.

Our eyes can't perceive the inaccuracies.

The way the light doesn't reflect naturally.

The way they move strangely animated.

 

But once you can see,

you notice the identical beings.

Duplicates,

misaligned copy machine cast offs.

They never follow straight lines,

always circling

like vultures picking out a feast.

The same face passing on the street.

The same stumbled gait,

the same dragged feet,

like an instant replay,

played over and over on repeat.

 

 

 

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When judgement comes

 

When judgement comes

on his horse of fire,

he won't listen to excuses,

he will look upon

the funeral pyres.

He won't be able to stop

the flaming tear drops

from burning the lands.

 

When judgement comes.

He won't sit atop his horse

saying it was okay,

sending your weapons

to annihilate innocents

day by day.

His screams will blow

like a hot wind across the sky.

He won't listen to excuses

for why anyone had to die.

 

When judgement rides,

there won't be anywhere to hide.

Lies won't stop his fire tide.

He will just look

at those that have died,

with an angry word branded on his lips.

Genocide.

With sadness burning his gaze.

He will not listen

to the words you have to say,

trying to justify

the killing of innocents.

 

When judgement knocks on the door

of this planet we call home

he will disown those that condone

killing children in their thousands.

There is no justification

on earth or the skies above,

judgement will be swift,

when he sees what you did,

and what you allowed to be done,

what you helped to happen,

by sending the guns.

Our world will cry

for generation

after generation

over the hurt

that can never be undone.

 

 

 

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