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Weak StreakI discovered it when
I least expected it.
I am protected,
I've always been.
I took a chance
On breaking this streak
Of mine, called "weak".
But I must go
Get rid of my fear.
Eyes of MineIt hovers over the surface, scanning for an imperfection.
It comes up empty, but doesn't stop searching.
If my pupils were lasers, your neck would be slit,
But at least you would know it was me.
If my iris were replaceable, your neck would be collared;
If my lashes thinker, you'd be tied to me forever.
If my mouth were not drowning, I'd say you were mine.
It bores into your skin, burning, stabbing, clawing.
It doesn't hurt you or even touch you, so I quit.
If my eyes stopped seeing, your neck would be black,
But I know it would still be there - just not for me.
If my iris were irreplaceable, you'd be free from my grasp;
If my lashes weren't thick, you would never be bound.
And since my mouth is still drowning, you may never be mine.
PhotosynthesisSearching for light in a forest of tall trees
Keeping night for the small plants,
That are stuck on the bottom;
But determined are they that find a way
To climb up the side with their vines.
Reaching the top, the sunlight is a shock
To their system, making hot friction
From light on its skin, as water floods in
At the roots, and breathes in from its leaves
The exhales of man and the food for a plant.
It recycles a breath for the best use of another,
That's O2 for short, and starches and sugar.
Glucose is release to finish the process
Of a plant being fed by the sun, oxygen and water.
UntitledA mystery to me, my mind is uneasily
Hiding from things that could see
It's meaning, or...thoughts?
I know that I think or...I think that I know,
That my brain isn't dead because my head
Isn't broken, just a home for this...space?
So I hope that I'm real, after all,
To feel would be nice for a change now that
Everything has meaning and I'm just...here?
These words in my mouth are so foreign,
And now I'm thinking of somethings
That could sound like...myself?
Though it's strange to believe that I
Have a default mode that no one else has,
So I can still just be...me?
Even though it's a long shot,
I know it's all I've got to hope for, for now
As long as I'm still...undecided?
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