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Vulture Society, LLC
I don't want to be friends
I don't want to be enemies
I don't want to be normal
Anymore than I am,
These wants and needs
Are saplings and seeds
We grow in the soil of thought
Filled fields,
And the ones that yield
We're the ones you showered
With constant sweat
And a shield of will,
I remember those years
When hard work was made steel
Or when soft words kept me still
Till bones were soaked in courage,
Collecting the connections
Of memory and emotion
Is what I do most these days
When time stops for me,
I don't wait for the clicking of steps
Or pens on a pad that mark checks
I don't wish for a room to bare ideals
To doctors in the fields
That categorize me in categories
With their own respected pills
To help deal with pain and worry,
Because I have thoughts
That mean the world to me
And I've bought kindness I have to share,
Even if you don't see it yet
I swear to god,
it's there.
I like it
I like it
A Non-Normal Writer
Broad in topic and scope :D