thebowspring:
Native American Confronts Protesters on Illegal Immigration

he ate the birthday cake they made for him
they sang for him but he had never been unhappier
a spider climbed over the mounds into wide open mouths
he was an only child
every candle placed with pride but with tears in mother’s eyes
"happy birthday son, we know you tried"

alter ego - tell me your secrets
behind the thin film you walk into eternity
out of this palette into another one
much clearer
lucid
beautiful and composed
you are told things and you believe them to be true
you just accept
internalize
do you believe in hidden agendas?
do you believe in your strength?
i step into you momentarily sometimes
i awake liberated
the goodness of your character attainable
no longer disillusioned
under the cross
under some type of spell
filled with faith
ready to walk
prepared to fall
insistant and radiant
and sometimes
for just a second
powerful
but when i fall out of you
i land not softly
but harder than the last time
reminded that it doesn’t last


so you want to be the one who gives it up before it beomes too much for you
so you want to be the guarded one yet expect to fall in love with someone
you act strong on days when you’re obviously not
so you wanna keep believing it’s fine
you say the truth is that there’s no truth at all

what are you hiding from
when the biggest enemy is yourself
you tell us you’ve been letting go yet you hold on to parts of yourself
so you give us answers you don’t believe yourself
you wanna act like you’re always right
you’d rather be discontent than risk the fall

black is the lie which you cling to at all times
you’ve told yourself a million times
that the darkness holds a light

so you say that you are happiest when you stay in the dark
so you say that the solution is to look for no solution at all
the few times that you have picked up the phone you’ve told us everything was going as normal
but everyone around you knows that you’re falling apart

black is the lie which you cling to at all times
you’ve told yourself a million times
that the darkness holds a light

you stop missing things when you realize you never had them.

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