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I thought long and hard before posting this next poem.

All my work is incredibly personal and drawn on a number on influences I've experienced.

All my work is serious.

But the following poem was pounded out in about five minutes, no hesitation, just key after key after key.

Compared to my other works, it takes liberties. A lot of liberties.

So, that being said, to anyone reading this, I have decided to post this because this is my blog. I can post whatever I'd like (admittedly, to a certain degree).

If what I've written is what needs to be written, for whatever reason or motive, then it deserves the chance to go up on this blog.

For those of you who actually do know me, you'll know that I've had a pretty tough past few days due to certain previous extracurricular activities and events involving me currently, which have only been stressed and made worse due to previous events.

That being said, this poem deals with some of the stuff that's been going on.

You will find it darker and (possibly) more obscene than everything else I've done.

And for that, I apologize.

But as I said, I have written what I have written for a reason.

With that being said, I can no longer find any words to help explain this next post. So, without further ado, I present my next poem.

It's called Gravity.

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Fuck Gravity.

                You’re relentless, soulless, selfish, and so needy.

                                Everything must be so close to you and always kept close to you.

                                                You never give us a chance to just stretch out our wings and go free.

                                                                I need to float on a northern wind again.

Fuck Gravity.

                You’ve always held us down.

                                We have so much potential, so much to reach for, so much to know.

                                                But you keep us glued to the earth, wasting precious energy just to move.

                                                                Can’t you see we just want to float?

Fuck Gravity.

                I need some new chords of dissemblance.

                                I need fresh air beneath my feet.

                                                I need a broken beat underlaying my feet.

                                                                I need to ride the wind to a new and forgotten home.

Fuck Gravity.

                I need to escape this place.

                                The broken sheets, the scattered ingredients, the torn and foolishly tossed away gifts.

                                                The scars the memories bought and brought back.

                                                                This place holds no more oxygen to me.

Fuck Gravity.

                I’m made into a long forgotten bed.

                                One I needed to abandon.

                                                I don’t want to be brought back and I don’t want to stay here.

                                                                But I’m stuck here because of you.

Fuck Gravity.

                Keep holding us down.

                                My anger can only bear so long

                                                Before it turns into broken creeds of depression

                                                                Tainted by infected memories of the one who laid beside me.

Fuck Gravity.

                I want to turn you blue.

                                And then you’ll hopefully finally understand the semblance

                                                Of tracing the broken rivers lain inside in my mind.

                                                                You’re the only one who forged them there.

Fuck Gravity.

                I have had my fill.

                                Other’s words can no longer fill the desire to speak my own.

                                                This process has turned me old, ashen, and gray

                                                                And now I’ve rotted from the inside out.

Fuck Gravity.

                Why must you persist?

                                I’ve dug my own grave and laid down inside of it,

                                                The underside caked with yellow powder,

                                                                And watched you toss the dirt over me as you laugh.

Fuck Gravity.

                You’ve finally won.

                                And in the light that I swear I thought I knew,

                                                Your face was all that’s left

                                                                Poisoning and darkening my final moments unguarded.

Fuck Gravity.

                Because of you, I now fear my sleep and dread the moments that I’m awake.