Looking for September

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I watch as the blood turns
to flowers
like I turn disappointments
into poetry and exhaling
makes it easier
when you're gone, when
we're all gone

we walked with such haste
and kicked curbs so
stubbornly
that the world stilled
into a painting

we are strangers with
empty faces and closed
fists and the stories lift
from the frame like birds
in blacks and white
migrating across nations
last in a shrill quiet
looking for
September.

-bryam

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Un-Knowing

image source: www.manseacrh.com2019 I do not want to know, About the children, the women, or the animals. I do not want to know, If she or he or it or they were asking for it. I do not want to know, If they are dead, alive or dying. I do not want to know, Which race, religion, class or caste they're from. I want to shut my ears and make no sound, Bow my head and walk around. Because if I know, I will shatter, Shrink, dissolve, wither into nothingness. If I know, I cannot function, If I know, I'd want to un-know. -bryam If you have anything to share, comment below or write at bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know tittle more about the author.

I cannot say I remember

image credit: pinterest Then suddenly they showed the faces The change had found where they lived The names were replaced too quickly They found where they were hid Circled in wagon filled tragedies No one rides off to the west Attention now asks for a holiday While famila is held to the test I cannot say I remember Reading in foreign tongues How I wish it were yesterday And this world today was still young.

Possibilities

Image: Pinterest there could've been a world where you and i wouldn't have met. or met but not fallen in love. or fallen in love but not let go. or let go but never remembered. or remembered but never missed. and it breaks me apart to wonder. which is the life we'd live. which is the life we'd leave.

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