Because of a tiny imperfection,
I throw the paper away,
And realize,
We treat people the same way.
...
Aggression is progression
In an animalistic sense
Are we animals?
...
You are my Chernobyl,
The abandoned place no one goes.
Only spoke of from a memory,
When the air was warm,
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An Apology To My Grandpa
What is in a name?
I often contemplate.
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Falling Asleep On The Phone
Polycarbonate,
Plastic and glass.
...
The Paper
Because of a tiny imperfection,
I throw the paper away,
And realize,
We treat people the same way.
I retrieve it from disregard,
Crumbled and misshapen,
And try to make amends,
From the damage forsaken.
The character flaw,
If I cared at all,
To ever look and see,
Doesn't lie in a piece of paper,
But rather inside of me.