

Misdirections and IndecisionsMisdirections and IndecisionsMisdirections and Indecisions
Her actions said it all. Tears ran down her cheeks. I had to stop mid-fall; Id been falling for weeks.
I cant do this, She said with pain. This ended my bliss. I could feel the rain.
The night was frigid, Piercing into my soul. Was it something I did? I might never know.
Every step a new thought. Every thought a new song. Tears had to be fought. That walk was so long.
She knew that we were doomed. What did she need? Slow dance in a burning roo


Welcome to LifeWelcome to LifeWelcome to Life
I awake from my long dreams, After time has passed me by. This place isn't what it seems. It is all one huge lie.
No blue sky or green grass here, "Renovation" is to blame. The Artist's work is just a smear, On everyone's trek to fame.
What the hell is this place? How did I arrive? Everyone shares one blank face, No one is alive.
Why do I feel different? Am I the only one living? I chose how my life is spent, And I am always giving.
Time to awaken the crowd, To take them from their stri


The SongThe SongThe Song
When the day is long, And will never end, Just remember this song, Written by your friend.
Times will flow, And we soon will part. Winds will blow, This is just the start.
Our lives ahead of us, Our childhoods have past. Those days on the bus, Have become our last.
Everyday after school, We spent time together. Summer time at the pool, No matter what the weather.
Now things have changed, But I remember you. Meetings rarely arranged, Because we've started anew.
Through


QuestionsQuestionsQuestions
Is it wrong? Is it right? Why'd she do this tonight?
Will he know? Will he care? Is this nearly close to fair?
Does she tell? Does she say? Why'd she treat him this way?
Is he kind? Is he just? Will she lose all of his trust?
She is done. She is foul. I'll be damned, it's over now.
© Jordan Cummins


god's poker faceI'm so sick of it here. The same smell is making me gag and everytime I fall asleep, I don't want to wake back up.god's poker face
Every night I would have a conversation with God. He would come over, quarter past seven, and crawl through my window. Then we would sit down on these cheap aluminum chairs around this old wooden table. He would pull out a stack of cards and shuffle them, over and over again. We would discuss anything, over a game of cards and a drink. And after a drink or two you could get him to talk about anything. One night he told me about how he would sit around
Devious Comments
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"This isn't heaven, you don't have to be perfect."
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"This isn't heaven, you don't have to be perfect."
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