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In the mood of two we sway to the pendulum of the sun and moon, Penny boards that the penniless ride, Born to live, bored to death, You trust in society to take care, When the bandit is loose as you roll seven and seven over and over, Silver stuck on your fingers as you cream to the way ink touches the page, A squire to many, The divide is none, You lock in your answer, Scream ‘Alakazam’ in the…
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Does anyone else feel that disdain? The clear blue skies from the August sun, That fractures our already fragile self-love, Oh, how we prefer the art of self-loathing. Dropping blue biscuits off to secret lovers, That we pour all our hope into, They are our redemption, They are my self-worth, The shelves come crumbling down, The blue biscuit dry to the taste, Spit out, Sprinkled broken hearts over the chocolate cake of shit, That is the grass you lay on,…
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I think I’m allergic to sex. Don’t scratch the reaction, just allow it to swell as big as it wants and subside in its own time. That is the beauty of the human condition, you react to situations and stress and only make it worse the more you fight it. Like standing in quicksand. Flow. Flow. Flow. It’s a beautiful and quiet day. To know the best lies ahead and that things that are just simply out of my control…
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I think I’m allergic to sex The initial intimate feelings are what I crave The transformation of our desires change This love affair becomes a fuck-a-thon. Our desires float in the sky In small white fluffs I call the Summer snow This will not last. It is lust we Ride too fast To the moon we aim To our graves we lay Now that the storm is over The wind has settled The dust has hidden itself underneath wooden floor…
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To love something that doesn’t love back To hug something that can never bite back It’s without rhyme and reason that we make these decisons A choice in love is a blessing To choose wrong is still helping The blind to see That the devils true objective Is to mask glee Be defined by the loss Wallow in hollow Feelings that bring your demise Shame that harrows the brightest minds.
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Underneath the pine tree, Laying on that blue blanket with the white stripes, Is the boy who chased the moon, Arms wide open he was ready to catch, The silver haired girl that lay in it’s womb, With chains on her wrists, A noose tightly around her neck, By the skeleton that held her captive, On this grass hill I will die, Memories of your hair, Worms in books, We are both rotting corpses, Blind to our smell, I walk…
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Back and forth we swing like a pendulum. It’s yes and no, hot and cold. We are together and then we are not. It’s with these waves that I ride, to the higher levels of the moon that arise during every single night. Whether it is hidden behind the clouds or tucked underneath the shoulders of the horizon. We are all one and the same, reflections of ourselves. When I look at you during such a moment of pain, when…
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It is far too often that many things are left unspoken. That in this universe we forget the things that make us the most special is our ability to communicate. Ideas, words and feelings of a large range of variety, the gift to share is one sometimes unappreciated. We are left to our individualism to lean on, our ideas of self dependence that is a hidden agenda pushed among ourselves as a bout of true strength. Be that as it…
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We all find our ways to escape. To temporarily find a way out of the puzzle that is our lives. The pressures that you feel as if the walls are closing in on you. The despair that pours slowly onto you as if it was a pail of boiling water. That inscribes into you this feeling of hopelessness that seemingly seems impossible to co-exist with. It’s either them or you and when you are knee deep in shit the stink…
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I write this from a place of pain. My chest sits heavy as I close my eyes and can only see the colour purple. My heart is played like a guitar, being plucked one note at a time. Creating echos within my mind that force certain questions to surface. The pain hummed me to sleep, close your eyes and forget the world. To be continued..
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