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90 percent of me is broken

By RRA

A house beyond repair

The ceiling is cracking

The floors are attacking

Wood sprung upwards

As if to grip you down as it breaks apart

When will you realize

Its time to leave

Stop using your stupid emotions

Use your brain

Your logic

Your knowledge

Forget your bleeding heart

I –

I am the cause of your pain

This house will only bring misery.

Please get out while you can

You must be aware.

It crumbles

Creaks

Crashes

Disintegrates before your very eyes

I beg you. Do not allow it to take you down

The work will take time

The work will take money

All things that should not be wasted on a house that’s needs to be decimated

It offers little

Need much more then some scribbles

Plans on a paper

Never meant for much more

Leave me on the side of the road

Where you are safe

Free from the shackles of a house

That can barely perform its most important, essential

Uses

The outside may seem alluring

Beauty that masks the horror

Don’t get involved

I promise

It will be all okay

The house will survive

At least for now

Don’t let it fool you

It’s not worth your time

10 percent of me is fine

I’ll hang on

After all

Gravity likes to take it’s suffocating schedule

Allowing the wind to push and pull

The ground to shake and startle

Elements to take their best shot at knocking me to the ground

Life will move on

Without me

Like it does

Like it will continue to do

I am grateful that you care

But put away that virtue

Save it away

For a house who deserves you

Not curse

Covered in grime and infection

Instead

With a house who is 90 percent fine

10 percent problems

Gives more than takes

Leaves less then it was left

For I am house beyond repair

Broken

Shattered

Leave me behind

I CAN'T BREATHE

By RRA

I can’t breath

He said

Now we honor his death

Sadden

Horrified

And vengeful

We sit with this weight

The weight of his death

This!

This

Hasn’t been the only one

Hasn’t been the only time

Hasn’t been the only son

Hasn’t been the only daughter

This world has lost

Because of their skin

Because of their body

Not because what they did

We morn

We cry out

Our suffocated screams

Bring about

A Revolution

And riots

That tear down the meaning

The meaning of our stance

“No more violence”

We plead

Yet instead of focusing on a solution

We fight about the problem

Bastard

Hero

Bad

Good

Cop

Police

Fuzz

Killer

“Stop”

“Please stop”

“We are humans”

I shout

“Not bad not good, human”

I am ignored

I am unworthy

Unworthy to support a cause

As great as this

I have no say

And yet I say

“Stop, stop, stop”

“Please stop killing”

“Please stop rioting”

“Please stop refusing to watch”

“Refusing to accept”

“Please”

I beg

He can’t breath

But we can’t live

till this is fixed

We can’t live

Because he couldn’t breath

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SNAIL

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