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Your expectations
Are draining me.
What do you expect me to do?
I am only human.
You are only human.
Why should I have to go through this
While you sit under an umbrella?
While you duck behind a fence?
Are you afraid that I will stop loving you?
I still love you.
Your expectations are draining
My free spirit.
I cannot afford to slouch around
With a drunken master.
I must live by my own standards.
I must go beyond this.
Are draining me.
What do you expect me to do?
I am only human.
You are only human.
Why should I have to go through this
While you sit under an umbrella?
While you duck behind a fence?
Are you afraid that I will stop loving you?
I still love you.
Your expectations are draining
My free spirit.
I cannot afford to slouch around
With a drunken master.
I must live by my own standards.
I must go beyond this.
Literature
Ignorant Wisdom
The best of us die young
Why?
We are blood and body
Mind and muddled matter
That decays from the very air
Necessary like an addiction
Our eyes are skin and sinew
Senses intaking a surface
But to the machine of faults
What is there lost to us?
The best of us are of will
As what will be passed belief
The demanding of subconscious
Edicts of the soul
Then why do they die?
Why must a will be severed
When it drives our existence
All that there is
And will ever represent us?
Why do vessels feed the muscle?
Bones hold up our legs
And a head with strong neck
That its aspirations rise?
The best of us accomplish
Tasks of a higher calibre
Like a
Literature
Seoul
it was
all too easy,
forgetting your name,
tasting the starlight tucked
behind someone else's
wisdom teeth ;
our soju-laced smiles
crashing at 90mph
and the memory of you
caught
in the headlights and
wreckage of us,
our 2am laughter
echoing in your bones
from 5654 miles away ;
my hands knowing
the age-old roads
that led to brand new places,
and the faded map of you
folded and kept hastily
in my back pocket.
(I was far too proud
to ask for directions
to come home)
Literature
True Story
I once read a book
called How to Offend; it had
just one word: "exist."
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I can relate to this.
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