I should have expected

Where we laugh at the when,

I should have expected night.

When I was where 'where' is,

how knowing why isn't this,

I knew where they had been.

With eyes too big to see

I stand, they hold me tight.

The soft, harsh wind screaming,

it's whispers, barely teeming,

overflowing where it will be.

Our laughs are where where is,

and so, I expect more night.

Our cries are wind now still,

Air not moving, and never will.

Tell me to shoot, I'll miss.

How is where when is right.

When is holding us so tight.

Where they go when you stay,

where they learned about day,

is where why lights the night.

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I kicked a hole in my wall.
It made a perfect oval;
six by twelve I measured.
I crawled on through shyly.
I cried on you dryly.
I swear it was all because
of the atmospheric pressure.

Everyone had already seen it,
But I never thought to look.
My book was just closed to all,
but it wasn't close to being finished.
I just didn't want any witness,
but you knew that I needed one,
so you answered the call.

I mistook your shiny trench coat
for a beautiful straight jacket.
How did they all know the truth,
When I never would've guessed it?
I just never got the message.
But I finally got it down now...
I crawled through my hole to find you.

Pyramid Builder

Building the pyramids, he looked at me.
Then he continued, never looking again.
He worked even harder, never stopping again.
Then he asked who he was gonna be.
Then he stopped, never asking it again.
He just kept pushing, never wondering again.
That's when it came flying and hit me.
I'll never see him working ever again.
His whole life's story, to me, has no end.