You’re My Home

I breathe easier when I think of you.
I feel better when I talk to you.
I beam all day when I dream of you.
I find refuge and strength in you.

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Death VI: Death is the True Life

Our bodies were made out of dust;
our spirits are enclosed in dust,
and so, we’re dead,
we’re born dead,
buried in our bodies,
buried in our selves.

We don’t die forever, of course.
It only lasts for a day,
or ten years,
or fifty, or eighty, or one hundred years.
Then we become free from our graves,
our bodies;
we live forever!

Broken

Laughing in pain,
slowly going insane.
Hiding the stain,
praying for rain.
Ignoring the knife,
pleading for a new life.
I’m breathing in death,
desperate for rebirth.

Life’s Bully

Death is a bully,
isn’t it?
Life is short,
and Death is quite tall.
Death defeats life often,
but we can’t do a thing.
We can’t expel death from the earth;
humans can’t preserve their breath.
We’re helpless.

Change is Stable

If you aren’t flexible,
you won’t grow.
If you don’t grow,
you won’t survive this earth.

You can’t breathe in forever;
you’d wound yourself.
Breathe in for as long as you want to,
but get ready to release your breath.