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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?
Deeper Than EternityBlood red bleeds behind me
In a bouquet of scarlet bumble bees,
Buzzing in unison, matching the steps
And repeating the taps
Of my unsteady feet on concrete.
I'm trudging, knee-deep,
Fleeing from your memories
That infect my head with a disease
You've made from my apologies.
Why can't "please" be the cure?
All of life's yesterdays
Keep me a slave to your ways,
Reminding this repentant soul
Of a regret she's held...so,
Since I'm strong enough, I took the blow.
And now that I'm bruised,
Black from your bites
This giraffe will back out,
Because though I stood tall
Far greater was the fall you let me take...
When I fell deeper than eternity.
Fly OnToenails for teeth
In a mouth of dried tea bags
Keeping moist thieves' knives
That make them retreat
Back into long sleeves
Because shivers form quicker
Than whispers in cold weather.
Black dimes for eyes
And white light to disguise
The morality of nocturnal calamity
Shining bright in the afternoon
Of nighttime under the full moon.
Wearing webs as wings
To catch flying things
That echo its scream; mist and steam
Is winter's bite, but sight is blind,
So shudders make up for
The blur in your brain.
Out of cage, it's still tame because
In order to live, it relies on a civ
To filter it's thoughts
Since it can't be taught to think
Of this life as a gift
When everything it does seems so wrong.
And although he is strong,
The guilt of a killer can spill
This bat's will to fly on.
Escape WishMy escape waits for me faithfully
As the days slip away lazily,
Waiting silently, it sits all alone,
Unmoving. Quietly, it lets out a moan,
Calling my fingers-
The companion it craves,
Someone who lingers,
Who sits down for days at a time.
Gliding playfully across the keys,
Dancing gracefully, bending at its knees.
And colorless stripes form songs with a touch,
Spending entire nights and watching
Them pass in a rush.
I'm now lost in the music
Coming from this.
I love to use it- my escape wish.
Electric SunshineWhite lines of light, eclipsing eyes
With high volt electric sunshine.
Blind and confine the iris
To a boxed-up abyss of darkness.
Blackholes engulf the soul
Wholly in a bowl of bitter coffee
While cream and sugar simmers,
Spitting bubbles and popping
At the edge of you tear duct.
And waiting for the overwhelming amount
Of imperfections in your vision
To leave like clouds in a steady retreat,
So you can see the switch
That dims the electric sunshine.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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