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Just One MoreJust One moreMore Like This
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark.?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all the bracelets.?"
"Just fashion, why.?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying.?"
"Just a bad dream."
-But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie. It's always 'just one more' until you die
RestlessThoughts on endless repeat,More Like This
The orchestra self-composes
in its sleep, and in itself
finds too much to think.
Ideas are repeated,
Recycled,
Rehashed and rediscovered
so that the words themselves
might speak, and find they too
have breath within them,
to somehow be unique,
And like the rest of us
fall short and yet succeed.
They tumble from my mind
like rain onto my feet,
and I scramble to write them down,
Before I too fall from my waking mind,
and into sleep
Person Behind the GlassYou lay behind the glass,More Like This
Your eyes always
Staring into mine.
Your breathing is labored
As you soul pools all
Around you and drenching
Your flesh dark red.
The knife in your back
Glints after its recent
Polish, dear as it was
To its brutal owner.
Your words stick to
The walls of your throat
As it burns for
Respite and water.
Warm tears fall and touch
Your cold cheeks as
Color begins to fade from
Your poor, weak body.
Your torturous heartbeat
Plays the tune of
A lullaby, and fatigue
Hums throughout you.
Your terror has since
Started to wane
And an icy peace is
Now comforting you.
Your nerves still jump
Sporadically, but you are
Becoming used t
Escape VelocityF = G(m1m2)/r2More Like This
Black – true black – is the absence of light. Darkness is defined by what it is not, by the lack of something else. When we say a black hole, we truly mean that; black. Blacker than black. An absence of not only light, but of time, distance, anything.
The night was scary when I was little. I hated the dark, but couldn’t bear to sleep so long as the light was on, any light, burning on the other side of my eyelids. I used to have nightmares about dark things in dark corners, shadowy figures with shadowy fingers trailing along my spine. I always woke up cold and fumbling frantically for the lamp, but the aura o
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