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Days PurposeI wake up, alone, in the late morning, And confront an endless grey sky behind the curtains. I walk sluggishly to the far away station, The cuffs of my pants drag through the dirty puddles. I file onto the subway, crowded with strangers, And stand there, staring at the inside of my eyelids. I finish a day`s work, no more fulfilled than I was before, And I once again, file onto the subway. I return home, where the air still smells of nothingness, And I cry, because you are not here to give my days purpose.Days Purpose
by ~Asahi-Taichou
The Malady of City LifeCool haze enshrouds the city, as dusk seeps into the waning sky. The sky sops up the humid air, saving the moisture for tomorrow`s rain. The heavy air floods into my lungs, and quickly overflows with empty feelings. The feelings cough and sputter, gasp and then drown, flowing downward, dead. I flow, by pull of habit, down the crowded streets of the city, feelingless, emotionless – Except for the feeling of being all alone.The Malady of City Life
by ~Asahi-Taichou
A Lump of RustThe locket lies, A lump of rust in the attic. Engraved hearts disintegrating, In a cardboard moving box. Beneath the piles of Random family photos Baby clothes Christmas decorations, In the crawl space of my mind.A Lump of Rust
It belongs to a time that was Up front and center. A time I thought now Would be. Before the piles of
Random family photos Baby clothes Christmas decorations, No where near the crawl space of my mind
The truth is It’s there on purpose. Corralled in the dark corner. Penned in by the piles o
by ~Asahi-Taichou
Those Sentimental Old FoolsHe glanced over at her, sitting in her reclining chair, right beside his, staring at the rerun of Wheel of Fortune on the TV screen. She was old and wrinkled, a picture that many others would find sentimental, but it disgusted him. The white hairs from her chin sprouted as if from an onion that had been lying out in the sun for many days. The toothless gums of her lower jaw smacked with the upper as she contemplated the puzzle on the screen. But, he was stuck with the old prune.Those Sentimental Old Fools
“Honey, you okay?” She cooed.
“Yes, honey.” He smiled.
by ~Asahi-Taichou
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