Merry-go-round

I live life like in a sprint—
A lighted matchstick
Stuffed all of myself in every strike
I could not repeat anything twice
Each day, I become a little less

But dirty dishes and laundry ground me
They taught me that life is ongoing
(They taught me rest)
It is everyday; it is in the breath I take
No matter how sick or tired,
I’d draw in one more breath

So enjoy the ride
In this merry go round
Keeping alive is never wasted time

(writteninstead)

Where forgotten dreams go

There’s a place in our heads
where forgotten dreams go
hand in hand with midnight ideas
and drunken resolutions

A bustling place, filled with lace
Everyone’s in costumes
they smell like butter biscuits.
And the tea and the dance never ends…

It’s time to go—
leave all of it at the door!

In fleeting moments of awakening 
you catch a glimspe of it
Like a lens that can’t quite focus…
Sharpening into shapes of reality

@writteninstead

Shame, shame, shame

Shame, shame, shame
When real life exceeds what we make up
in horror screens

Shame, shame, shame
Those badged with the honour of protector
use their muscles to break, to murder

Shame, shame, shame
Terror and brutality roam the streets
in rubber bullets and pepper sprays

Could it be, we’re living a reality within dream
When can i wake up,
please?

(@writteninstead)

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