jaeci

Unedited, unrefined trains of thought - reflecting on 2010 ... again.

I have been a monster
I have been a saint
I have been a survivor
A conqueror, a warrior
I am made of only secrets
They're the only thing I keep

And you.
You are built like Hercules,
You are deadly
You are weak
You are full of demons
And you will never kill the beast

I will not even whisper
when you beg those words to leave my lips

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the sun is self-important
he sometimes forgets to shine
the moon, she is invisible
for lengths of untold time
the stars are always hiding
behind smog and city lights
the sky seems to be falling
during these empty sleepless nights

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I can only write nonsense in rhyme when I don't think at all.

Happy New Year , those of you on the other side of the international dateline. We'll meet you tomorrow, next year.