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The world's he kept
All tremored the same
In the scalding flash
Before, the sprawl of night
A wall of white
Set the soils ablaze
And gorged savagely
Upon the lives, tenderly sown
How they dreamed
To draw in the morning wisp
To unfold masterfully
Bold, beautiful and tragic
They now stream
Beyond his battered flesh
In lockstep
For the great drainage of time
All tremored the same
In the scalding flash
Before, the sprawl of night
A wall of white
Set the soils ablaze
And gorged savagely
Upon the lives, tenderly sown
How they dreamed
To draw in the morning wisp
To unfold masterfully
Bold, beautiful and tragic
They now stream
Beyond his battered flesh
In lockstep
For the great drainage of time
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Boring
Waking up, knowing that the day has nothing to offer but Feelings of sorrow, anger, and loneliness, brought on by Unshakable boredom Stuck in this house with a crippled woman who Reminds me of my hatred for this life Friends miles away, busy with responsibilities Games don't detach me from reality like they used to Books remind me too much of school Movies contain too many triggers for me Art is losing its beauty Sleeping pills are now on my list of basic needs My dreams are far more entertaining Existing feels like a waste of time...
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Cycles
Everything moves in cycles, From love to hate and back again. Old orders fall and new orders rise. We are born, live, grow old and die. Carried by the flow of time, Like a surfer riding a tidal wave. Precariously balancing, Between order and chaos, Between holding on and letting go. Feeling at once insignificant And somehow as vast as the ocean. As the spheres of fate turn, So my mind changes in synchronicity, From sanity to madness, Science giving way to magic, Rising from the abyss of my soul, Like a song of terrible beauty, Resonating both inside and out, Until the wave has passed, And I walk on alien shores.
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Flight Risk
I felt it in my bones that night
The pangs to run away
The chirping birds, at 5 am
They begged me not to stay
So starry-eyed, so heavy-tongued
So trapped within my head
I’d fought and flailed and torn my sheets
Set fire to my bed
My frenzied heart is leaping flames
Too hot to keep inside
I packed my bags alone that night
As cold as if I’d died
How did I even find this place?
My discipline was stern
I lost myself in wild touch
Dumb Girl, you’ll never learn
Frenetic and delirious
Thank God, the road is long
When I am miles away from here
You’ll tell me I was wrong
You’ll tell me to spit out my words
When mouth and
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