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In my own, fleshy, prison.
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A ghost of ones self
A ghost haunts his life who grasps at youthful wishes; dreams left dusting on the shelf to the attic with ambition, replaced with needful burdens; with fleshy demands, and stale requirements. Starving with full bellies. Dying of thirst in a river. Suffocating on pure oxygen.
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Darkheart
Tranquility prevails in light and fire, whose peace extends to all; but the world hides within this illuminating light, sickly incandescent hearts; whose shadows reach, grasping at their heels to their own terror. Should they fear darkness that is their own? almost as their flesh and intangible as bone.
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Dying Universe
Your Mistakes will be forgotten; Your works return to dust; all that you have gotten will soon begin to rust. So treat your loved ones with care, even, when times are trying and if the void begins to stare live like this Universe is Dying.
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Soft sheets
I see your face in my dreams, in clean white contours. So real, it seems; no voices but ours but resplendent rays sear my vision each line goes sway with sun's incision No explanation I can bear, nor answer that is near.
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Backwards Thinking
I have possessions by which I am defined
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Dissolved in the present
Who I was is drowning in who I am wave distorted visage out of focus white knuckles at my throat tears sting I mouth back at me "This should be fine" While my lungs fill with cynisim and I squeeze my throat harder feebly fighting my wrists with each digit slowly giving in.
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The Dookie-Man
The Dookie-Man lives in your soul He does his best he eats right he gets his eight hours a day he goes to the gym The Dookie-Man needs to be in peak form so he can always be ready to whisper in your ear He is ready to remind you of every failure. He never tires because he takes care of himself. When you stare a dog in the face he likes to chime in "You don't deserve this dogs love" The Dookie-Man is a piece of shit and he wants to make you think you are too.
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Whiskey Seas
I dream of being alone on whiskey seas, alone; Standing on the brink, alone. All expectation fraught with ice diluted thought wherein, I'm unsure what is sought Garnished with insecurity and a few teaspoons of sincerity clinging to some decency A dash of bittersweet memory of self defeat always playing on repeat.
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Limershtick
There once was a girl from K-zoo, Whom everyone claimed that they knew. When she was about Noone would shout Or otherwise prove it was true.
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Stone face anger
Compressed molten rage leaking at the seams of a cracking stone face where noxious sulfur words permeate and ash blacked disposition shaken to the core of a pock marked, scorched wasteland of lost understanding.
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A ghost of ones self
A ghost haunts his life who grasps at youthful wishes; dreams left dusting on the shelf to the attic with ambition, replaced with needful burdens; with fleshy demands, and stale requirements. Starving with full bellies. Dying of thirst in a river. Suffocating on pure oxygen.
D
Darkheart
Tranquility prevails in light and fire, whose peace extends to all; but the world hides within this illuminating light, sickly incandescent hearts; whose shadows reach, grasping at their heels to their own terror. Should they fear darkness that is their own? almost as their flesh and intangible as bone.
D
Dying Universe
Your Mistakes will be forgotten; Your works return to dust; all that you have gotten will soon begin to rust. So treat your loved ones with care, even, when times are trying and if the void begins to stare live like this Universe is Dying.
S
Soft sheets
I see your face in my dreams, in clean white contours. So real, it seems; no voices but ours but resplendent rays sear my vision each line goes sway with sun's incision No explanation I can bear, nor answer that is near.
B
Backwards Thinking
I have possessions by which I am defined
D
Dissolved in the present
Who I was is drowning in who I am wave distorted visage out of focus white knuckles at my throat tears sting I mouth back at me "This should be fine" While my lungs fill with cynisim and I squeeze my throat harder feebly fighting my wrists with each digit slowly giving in.
T
The Dookie-Man
The Dookie-Man lives in your soul He does his best he eats right he gets his eight hours a day he goes to the gym The Dookie-Man needs to be in peak form so he can always be ready to whisper in your ear He is ready to remind you of every failure. He never tires because he takes care of himself. When you stare a dog in the face he likes to chime in "You don't deserve this dogs love" The Dookie-Man is a piece of shit and he wants to make you think you are too.
W
Whiskey Seas
I dream of being alone on whiskey seas, alone; Standing on the brink, alone. All expectation fraught with ice diluted thought wherein, I'm unsure what is sought Garnished with insecurity and a few teaspoons of sincerity clinging to some decency A dash of bittersweet memory of self defeat always playing on repeat.
L
Limershtick
There once was a girl from K-zoo, Whom everyone claimed that they knew. When she was about Noone would shout Or otherwise prove it was true.
S
Stone face anger
Compressed molten rage leaking at the seams of a cracking stone face where noxious sulfur words permeate and ash blacked disposition shaken to the core of a pock marked, scorched wasteland of lost understanding.
S
Stone face anger
Compressed molten rage leaking at the seams of a cracking stone face where noxious sulfur words permeate and ash blacked disposition shaken to the core of a pock marked, scorched wasteland of lost understanding.
D
Dying Universe
Your Mistakes will be forgotten; Your works return to dust; all that you have gotten will soon begin to rust. So treat your loved ones with care, even, when times are trying and if the void begins to stare live like this Universe is Dying.
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innocence
alone is not when there is noone there it's when you don't even care sitting on the fence for far too long why let it upset us? steady, busy, anthill days tastless fun, pointless ways with no hope, habit-bred all-too-perfect skin to shed simply lost within the world. it just spins too fast cold,        too careful for sweet madness just        afraid of that wrong step eyeless,        betting on all horses inept,        lost with no hope this        weepy innocence to cope        is it to lie? hence        i live to die
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indifference by the abyss
indifference is a dead tree no leafy marvel flowery love and lust spring-scented roots of hunger but steading the trunk against the ground, water long gone gallows of branches give shade to few it is so peaceful though...
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Thanks for the +fav and the watch.
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