The Crocodile that Said SorryThe water lapped coolly on my feet. Small five-year-old feet. Perfect and tan from days of tricycles and PBJ sandwiches in the park. My head rested against the smooth plastic of the crocodile’s back. I didn’t move except for the consistent rising and falling of my swimsuit clad chest. It had flowers on it. I smiled because I imagined a crocodile with flowers growing on its back. The crocodile would take care of the flowers, making sure to get them watered and telling them stories when they wilted with the summer heat. The water lapped at my ankles. I was drifting. Drifting in that place that exists between birth and responsibility. The placeThe Crocodile that Said Sorry
Wonder why?Final lashings out To many burns to count Flying on out Try to find me outWonder why?
I’m not here anymore Don’t know where I went Just gone Like the breaths after a setting sun
Aren’t we all gone?
Stilled heart Empty skull Soul’s on vacation
Jamming to the beats Of African creations With all the slacker souls Trying to find their way out
Everyone wonders why we’re empty Devoid of emotion Our souls abandoned us
Isn’t that cliché?
Was it before Or after All the monsters
Kissing the Moon.If you’d only said something, Then I wouldn’t feel like nothing If you’d have screamed, At least it would have seemed That you had some regard for me. When you hate yourself, you see, You always search for love. It’s an imaginary white dove. A savior of the lonely, The sad, The segregated, The defenseless, The ones who exist on emptiness. The ones whose tongues tell lies, The ones whose eyes are empty, The one’s who search for friends, The isolated.Kissing the Moon.
A few of the snobbier people,
Blame fear, they say
“Just stop worrying.”
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If you want to be Somebody, just be yourself
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