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From Beyond

How do you partake in a subtle diss?

Do you openly state who you’re targeting

or do you keep it vague and leave them oblivious?

After all, when everyone else can assume…

it’s them who look like the idiots.

If the shoe fits, they say.

I think I’ve got a whole shop,

and people buy these shoes every day.

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Blood is thicker than water.

What a narrative.

Blood is nothing but biology,

and I’d personally rather drown

than take the time to explain the psychology.

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I get a penny from beyond all the time.

I believe it’s from one person,

reminding me that I’ll be fine.

He was blood.

What a time that was.

When someone maintains the bond

and offers up support like your favorite song.

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He’s the only tattoo I have on my body.

His words, “Wish you were here”

speak so loudly.

If only you knew the heartbreak

of knowing most of your “blood” only comes from the beyond.

A spirit who refills my spirit on a daily basis.

I know you look down with heavy disappointment,

I mean… let’s face it.

You mastered the energy to communicate

while the living can’t even master

human decency.

Maybe that’s on me.

Thinking family means family.

That you show up,

no matter the conflict.

That you show up,

no matter the distance.

That you show up,

period.

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I have another spirit looking down on me

who I believe would disapprove.

She’s finally succeeding in life,

why aren’t you all the first to stand in line?

Clap your hands,

a round of applause,

for the girl we all thought was a lost cause.

She’s found joy,

she’s found security,

she’s found love;

and she’s had babies.

What a joyous celebration,

and yet you all are lacking dedication.

If she was here,

I know this wouldn’t be allowed.

If she was here,

I know she’d be speaking out loud.

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It’s alright.

It’s okay.

Those that truly matter

will show up for my special day.

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Hello to the living,

and hello to the beyond.

My love extends to you

if you choose to cheer me on.

Got a Match?

There sat our gas lantern,

right in the middle of our table.

As we’re cloaked in the darkness,

you told me to turn it on.

I was fearful of my surroundings,

and my thoughts just weren’t working right.

I searched high and low

for tools to help me,

as you stood there and watched.

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Must’ve been over an hour

of driving myself insane.

I couldn’t provide us light,

and like a silent bullet

came the guilt and shame.

As I said sorry,

you began to smile.

You reached down in your pocket

and then hesitated for a while.

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I watched as you pulled out the matches,

like you were some sort of God.

You struck that match

and I burned right into the ground.

Maybe we were lucky,

fortunate for what you’d found?

Ironically, I didn’t even need that light,

because I was already six feet down.

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You loved it,

you loved the high.

Thinking you were better,

while I was thinking why.

How dare you play with my mind

like it was a general store toy.

You showed your true colors.

Not a man, but a boy.

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Enjoy your false sense of validations,

your twisted words and justifications.

I’ll come out stronger while you remain weak.

You may have been everything I wanted,

but you’re nothing that I need.