Of An Ashtray

Because there is so much more of an ashtray than mere garbage for used cigarettes. The burden from holding another person's leftovers and the disgust from keeping all the dirt deep inside its soul, relates to me in one way or another. Always absorbing the dirtiest trashes of life with no one to cleanse the mess inside; is it like an ashtray how I am supposed to live?

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Blue

And if the color blue was created beautiful, then what makes being blue so sad?

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The Ocean

You are like the ocean

Your waves drag me deeper

Crashing me far into the middle

Where I begin to lose my grip

That I can no longer stand on my own feet

It is only when I start drowning

I realize that I'm tired of trying

To find a gap for me to breathe

In between your ebbs and flows

I swim against the current

Heading back to the shore

But I find myself

Stuck in your rip currents

Over and over again

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