This Bridge is Made for Burning

“This bridge is made for burning”
-Dru Macasieb

 

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By Dru Macasieb

This bridge is made for burning
They’re held up by tainted twigs
Truthful lies he’s learning
These games are wrongfully rigged

Darkness dastardly downfalls
As I say goodbye to love
Embrace that hate you birth
And a dream once gold you give up

Feel my anger anguish
Burn your hopes away
For helping create this evil
Blue skies filled with gray

Kill Me Now

“Fading Faster Friends…”
-Dru Macasieb

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By Dru Macasieb (Originally written June 28th 2016)

Crying myself to death
That’s the way I’ll end
Singing sadness symphony
Fading faster friends

When drips run dry
Pillow soaked
Truths are lies
And love’s a joke

Kill me now
For I long to be
A rebirth so radical
Won’t recognize me

Read this when you are sad

14680705_10154045752328479_3441848321020132688_nYou are an amazing person. You are loved. You’re good looking, fun, kind, and accomplished. You potential for greatness is infinite. You inspire those around and make them happy. Don’t let others negatively let you down. The sadness you feel, is not real, it’s just the empty space waiting to be filled with happiness.

Tumble Weed

tumbleweed-862x574You hurt me, in ways I can’t imagine that someone is capable of doing, especially someone I once considered a friend.  But I understand what people will go through to get what they want. In the end, it’s one’s own happiness that is important. I don’t know what I did to you, for you to do the things you did  and I don’t know why you won’t tell me or communicate with me, but people have their reasons. Letting go means letting go of the hate and anger I have for you. I’m sorry for what ever I did to you that caused you to be this way. I don’t need you to accept my apology, I just need you to know that I am sorry. I don’t hate you. That takes too much energy. It doesn’t mean I like you either.  To me you’re like the taste of shrimp paste. I dislike it, but don’t hate it.  When I see you out I won’t avoid nor be cordial to you. To me, you will be tumble weed, just passing by.